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Mom died when I was little and I barely remember her. Just vague memories that come up when I smell a certain perfume they still sell at the higher end stores. Dad mourned for an appropriate time then used “widowed father for family values” sympathy vote to win his first election running for county commissioner. I still have nightmares about the first time I was trotted at barely seven years old out in front of all those cameras to stutter through the little speech Dad had made me say over and over saying “This is important kid. If you get it right I just may win!” putting all that pressure on my tiny little shoulders “Vote for my Daddy Billy so he can protect kids like me from the bad people who want to hurt us” still haunts my dreams to this day Dad always called me “Kid” or “Kiddo” because he hated the name my mom had given me which was Eliot (Everyone but dad calls me El) and hated the man she had named me for, her father, even more because he never approved of their marriage saying my dad was a huckster who would sell out his own mother which turned out to be a fair statement when Dad got his mother to sign a Power of Attorney when she was diagnosed with cancer and sold he house and all her possessions while she was in the hospital for treatments. He planned to hide the money and skip out on all the medical bills Then Grandma made a full recovery but somehow Dad got her declared incompetent though every doctor testified she had her full faculties and forced her into the cheapest nursing home he could find. Her revenge was living long enough to eat up every dime he had gotten from the sale. She died the day the last check cleared leaving eight cents in the account. I loved Grandma but she was a spiteful old lady. Who can blame her though? Till the very end ever time dad was in an election she would call the local newspaper and then give an interview saying “If you vote for my son you are a fool and you deserve what you get!” Like I said I loved Grandma. My Grandpa (mom’s dad) was great too! He had an awesome name and basically raised me because my father was to busy taking bribes and making backroom deals to take care of his son. The only time I saw him was when he wanted to trot me out for the cameras at election time and that stopped when at 14. He had me learn another speech but when he introduced me and I stood in front og the camera, on live television turned to him and said “Who are you Mr.? You kind of look like my father but I’m not sure since I never see him and I live with my Grandpa and Uncle John. From what they tell me he doesn't even help support me financially” Then I looked at the camera and said “So much for Family Values Huh?” Grandpa also pissed off my Dad by remembering to change his will when mom died leaving everything to me and hiring the best lawyer in the state when his health started to fail to make sure my Dad never got his hands on a dime of it, After Grandpa passed the lawyer and Uncle John looked after me “Uncle John” was not actually related to me, He was Grandpa’s stepson from his 2nd marriage his mom who I called Mary at her insistence passed a couple years before Grandpa. She was kind of stuck up but kind to me. Uncle John and I shared a secret. We were both gay. He was the first person I came out to when I was twelve and he was the most wonderful supportive uncle he could be, He didn’t tell me was gay till I was 16 saying he didn’t want to confuse me while my hormones were out of control, I had always loved and lusted after him so it was probably for the best. When I was young John was the most handsome man I had ever seen, he was Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio rolled into one with a little old school Tom Selleck thrown into the mix for good measure. He always wore the coolest clothes and seeing him in his bathing suit awakened my first truly sexual fantasies but I will fight anyone who suggests he was anything other than a 100% proper adult when it came to me. Much to my frustration. By the time I was almost 18 things had started to change, He was still handsome but he was thinner and seemed to be sick more often. It was 1995 and the AIDS epidemic was raging. They even had a man com to my high school right as I was about to graduate to talk to us about the importance of safe sex and not sharing needles (I didn’t get that 2nd part at the time). My Dad had been against it I recall. I was on the student council so I met him personally. Just before he shook my had a little beeper went off in his pocket and he took out a prescription bottle with the name “Retrovir” (better known as AZT I learned later. Popped a pill and stepped to a nearby water fountain to help it go down, as he returned to me I noticed a janitor rushing to spray the water fountain with something that smelled like bleach and wipe it down with gloved hands. “Hey, my uncle John takes those vitamins!” I said He tried to hide it but the look of surprised sympathy gave it all away and I knew. Uncle John had HIV. When I asked him why he had not told me he said he didn’t want to worry me and he was almost done. He wanted to get me to 18 when my inheritance would kick in and then he could go The party my Dad belonged to, The R Party, maintained that people with HIV were all perverted degenerates who were being punished by God. Even the little kids with blood disorders and caught it deserved it somehow according to them. A plan started to form in my mind. One every bit as evil as anything my money grubbing Dad could come up with. Over the next weeks the parts came together more and more. I talked to my friend Diana who was the prettiest lesbian you ever met and we started being seen together I took her and her “best friend” Vicky to the prom and we spread rumors about a drunken 3some in a hotel room afterwards. I was going to be quite well off when I turned 18 and the plan was to be seen together for a couple months more then a quick trip to Las Vegas and we would be married. Vicky would move in as her “personal assistant” and I would live with Uncle John (He was unaware of that part of the plan for now) it would be the perfect cover for all of us. That lawyer Grandpa had Diana sign some papers when she turned 18 to protect my assets and she had no problem with that, Uncle John had been getting even thinner and he was more and more depressed. He told me many of his friends had died and the ones who had managed to stay HIV negative stayed away from him. He was lonely and had no release other than his hand. “I used to be the hottest Top Man in the city. I would fuck three and four pretty boys a night but I think it was the one time I shot up that got me" We were sitting by the pool and the bulge in his swimsuit looked even bigger against his thin frame as he talked about his glory days Finally the big day arrived and 10 minutes after midnight on my 18th birthday I pushed John’s door open, He had his eyes closed and didn’t hear me. He was in bed stroking his huge cock, 9 ½ inches I would later measure, and moaning “El oh my beautiful El I want to be in you so badly, to make you mine. Oh I love you my El, you are so beautiful” Maybe I should pause a moment to describe myself at 18, You have to realize that though my dad was a scumbag he was exceptionally good looking with classic Greek features a hairy chest and piercing green eyes. Pair that with my mothers deep auburn hair and full sensuous lips, a thick 10 inch cock I never did learn which side of the family gave me and my athletic state champion quarterback 6 foot 2 body and I java to admit I was a little more than handsome but back to our story I watched John for a couple minutes with his eyes closed stroking and moaning my name then I quietly knelt next to his bed bent over running my tongue around the head of his cock and then opened wide and took it in my mouth His eyes flew open “El! What the hell are you doing? That’s dangerous!” “We are going to things that are a lot more dangerous tonight John” I told him firmly “What are you talking about?” he asked covering himself with a pillow “You are going to become my life partner for as long as we have together and you are going to make love to me all night to consummate our union. After what I just heard I know you love and want me and I have loved you since I was about twelve” I said looking into his eyes He looked conflicted, struggling with himself so much he actually started shaking a little and finally looked at me with tears in his eyes “Yes I love you and I want you but dammit I will be lucky if I have six months left. I can’t do that to you! Besides you should have someone as young and as handsome as you are. Just look at me” And he threw the pillow aside His body was thin but not what you would call wasting quite yet. His tall frame equal in height to mine exaggerated the thinness. His now only slightly aroused cock lay across his balls and they definitely did not look thin in fact they seemed to pulse with a light all their own and make me want it in me even more “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen and never more so than now. I love you and I want, no I NEED you inside of me” I said hotly “I can’t be inside of you, I don’t even have a condom!” he protested but he was weakening I could tell “All the better because I never want you to wear a condom or pull out when you fuck me” I said calmly He sighed “El I am one step away from full blown AIDS and love won’t protect you from it. I’m sorry but it's true” “I know what you have and I don’t want to be protected from it. I want you to infect me as a sign of our love and for another reason” and I explained my full plan to him He looked at me with awe and pride and an evil glint in his eyes “You are a diabolical, twisted, sick fuck and I love you for it” then he thought about it for a few minutes and finally said “Ok I’m in” “No you aren't but you will be soon” I joked "OK repeat after me" and I took his hand in mine “I pledge my life to you for as long as we share this earth together, I will be faithful to you in my heart though I am free to share my gift with others, Our enemies will fall before us and get what they so richly deserve, This I promise to my one true love” and John repeated each line starling into my eyes He pulled me to him his thin strong arms wrapping around my youthful body practically glowing with health and potential for a long life. I was sacrificing that to our love and his virus voluntarily and we kissed with an urgent passion as the the desire to breed took us both He rolled on top of me then rolled me onto my stomach and used his knees to push my legs apart. “You are MINR! This ass is MINE! Do what you want with your cock but for as long as we both live no one touches this ass but me! I love you too much to share this ass!” He groaned, his dripping toxic cock head rubbing up and down my crack seeking it’s new home, finding it and sinking in I bit my lip to keep from yelping as he roughly took my virginity, to caught up in passion and emotion to be gentle. Within a minute I felt his huge virus filled balls flop against mine as I ground ten rock hard inches into the sheets beneath me then he pulled out and slid back in and I moaned as this felt better than I ever imagined it could. John was a consummate top man. Years of experience pleasing bottoms came into play as he moved in and out of me plowing my virgin inner walls and getting them ready to be inseminated by his fertile virus, running his thin fingers over my well fleshed muscular body only of legal age for less than an hour and now to be offers up o our lust and his disease His thrust became frenzied and his cock battered my insides as my balls tightened and finally we found that release together me soaking his sheets and he firing wads if cum and HIV into me and sealing my fate We lay together my head on his chest and his fingers in my hair “Now you are marked as mine forever, Even when I pass part of me will live on in you” “I’m the luckiest man in the world” I replied We made love twice more that night and he lasted longer each time. I think if we timed it he was in me about 3 hours that night. That was a record we broke many times. The very next afternoon John got a call from his Doctor about a clinical trial for a new class of HIV treatment drugs. John agreed to participate and had one of the best results in the study. Over the next couple years with healthy living, lots of physical activities he gradually recovered becoming the man I remembered again and on his 30th birthday he got the news that his HIV viral load was undetectable I on the other had was very toxic and a couple years into my plan. I will tell you how it started when next we meet ********************************************************************* I hope you enjoyed the beginning of my new story. Let me know I am going to let “Somebody to be mine forever” rest for a while but I’m sure Jeff. Mike and Family will continue to make cameo appearances in “Zeke’s Tales” which will continue Scanbu

Part 2: My hair was hanging down in my face as my head was relaxed forward. I'd not but it up in a hairband since Nick told me he liked the long hair. But it wasn't the best in my current situation. Nick was kneeling in front of me....I could see his beautiful dark stomach and the faint Adonis belt before it disappeared behind the waistband of his faded jeans. My sex addled mind could focus on very little more than my desire to see what was hidden. Nick gathered my hair up in his hand and paused. "Hmmm. I think I need a solution for this pretty hair of yours....hold on a second". And with that, he disappeared from my view. A few moments later, he was kneeling again and I could see a thin cord of the same jute rope he had wrapped on my wrists. "I don't normally use this on a faggot's hair, but there's plenty enough time for me to use it elsewhere, too." He gathered up my hair tightly in his fist, and I knew he was basically tying my hair into a pony tail. When he was done it was just beyond be comfortable, but the soft "hmm"s and chuckles from Nick as he worked told me it was exactly what he wanted. "Now, back to you sucking my cock." He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop down over his hips as he reached in and pulled out his cock. It was the biggest cock I'd played with, up to this point, and even bigger than the dildo I fucked myself with. He held my head up by my pony and slowly stroked himself. He was leaking precum, beading up at the head of his cock and slowly stretching towards the floor. I heard myself moan. I was so fucking hungry for that cock. Nick let my hair go and grabbed the poppers to hold under my nose again. "Take several strong huffs, pretty boy, and let go. Just ride the wave.....there you go....a couple of more...." Nick took a few hits himself and by the time he yanked on my pony again, I was well and truly in a popper haze. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I better not feel any fucking teeth or I'll knock 'em down your throat. Stick out your tongue and open wide. I'll do the rest." I did as told and Nick guided his huge cock inside my mouth. I could taste all that precum and it was like heaven...a salty and sharp mix of flavor on my tongue and I knew I was hooked. Nick pushed in and used one hand on my pony to hold me steady and the other moved to my jaw. His grip in both places were like iron; he wasn't letting me go anywhere. He started slowly, pushing in to mouth and to the back of my throat...when it'd start to spasm he'd pull back...over and over...slowly giving my mouth and gag reflex time to adjust. "That's all the warm-up you get, pretty boy....time to take what I give you, now." With that, he pushed in forcefully, completely ignoring that spot where I'd start to gag and just pushed all the way down my throat. With my head in a vice, my wrists bound behind my back, there was nothing I could do. Nick set-up a brutal pace of fucking my throat....I immediately started crying and my spit was soaking his hand on my jaw and his cock was a slimy mess. Nick was calling me all sorts of names and yanking harder and harder on my hair. Every so often he would stop his fucking and just shove all the way down my throat...his curly pubes in my nose and his balls on my chin...and just hold it there. I couldn't breathe through all the snot and nose, and frankly even if I could Nick was so far down my throat, it wouldn't have mattered. "Choke on it faggot....choke on my fat cock."....and he'd pull back and start fucking again....then holding deep and making me struggle and go without breathing. "MMMMM. I love making a faggot choke out with my cock...can't breath can you, boy? So pretty watching you struggle....knowing in a few you're gonna go limp and black out...all from my cock. FUCK YEA! That's the best feeling in the world." But he'd pull out before that and brutally fuck my throat again. I have no idea how long this went on. I was lost in my own world of humiliation and domination and lightheadedness. Subspace or not, I just let Nick own my throat. And then he did it. He shoved back down my throat and held it. I'd given up struggling against him when he did this. I knew this game by now....over my head I heard him "Yea, pretty boy....such a good cocksucker. My pretty cocksucker now....time for a little nap." My chest was burning now, and a part of me knew he told me he'd do this and this was it.....he wasn't going to let me breathe...he was going to choke me out with his cock down my throat.....the darkness closed in around my eyes and....... I came to with a very hard slap across my cheek. "Wake the fuck up, faggot!" Nick growled at me. I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me and all I could think of was "fuck this man was a god and I worshipped him". He must have seen the look on my face because his grin got even wider and he rubbed my face telling me I was such a good boy for him. "Chase, pretty boy, you took that throat fucking like a champ. I'm so proud of you. You're making me so happy tonight." He kept running his hands over my face and smiling at me. "Now, whaddya say we make your fantasy come true and I piss up that beautiful hole of yours, hmm?" I could barely get out a whisper, "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir". I tried to adjust my position on the ottoman, but found that even beyond my wrists being tied, now my hold upper body was wrapped in rope to the ottoman. Noticing, Nick told me "that's there to keep you safely on top....fucking your delicious throat made me realize you squirm a lot and I wanted to keep you secure." He patted my ass and moved around behind me. For a couple of minutes I had no idea what we was doing, but then he was back and talking to me. "Now, pretty boy, I know what you want tonight. And I'll give it to you. And you're such a pretty thing tied up for me and crying. You're the hottest little fag I've ever had, Chase. I'm a lucky man who gets to own you." He paused a second and was stroking my body from my shoulders to my ass and down my thigh. "Now, so far everything we've done was stuff you told me you were OK with, right?" I nodded. "Good, good. That's what a pretty boy like you deserves. We didn't discuss your safeword, and I've been good to not push things where you'd need it. Do you have a safeword, Chase?" "Yes, Sir....'peach' is my safeword." "Peach?!" Nick was chuckling..."how did you come up with that?" "From a joke....'what does a Junior Leaguer say during sex?....Peach...I think I'll paint the ceiling peach." I was smiling at the memory of my first BF telling me that joke. And Nick was full-on laughing with me. "Well, good as one as I suppose there is." I could hear the humor in his voice. But a second passed and the next time Nick spoke, he was close to my ear, and there was no humor in it. "But, my pretty little Chase....you don't get that tonight. Because you came into my world, all smiling and innocent and so fucking pretty. And you didn't once ask me about it...or mention it....and now you belong to me. And my faggots don't get safewords because I own them." I started panting and shaking. Fear gripped me and I was shaking me head. "Yeah, you're scared now, huh, faggot? I can see it....you're even whimpering for me. I love this part...I love seeing a new plaything realize just how fucked they are." I was babbling, and begging and crying and Nick stood up next to me....I could feel him towering over me as I begged to be let go, apologized, anything I could think to say, even if most of it was unintelligible through the tears. Nick straddled my bound body and he reached down, grabbing my head by the pony and pulling it up hard, craning my neck backwards. With his other hand he maneuvered a painters mask...a painters mask? over my nose and mouth....and then a second one on top of it. I immediately inhaled and knew there were poppers in/on? the masks. Once both were in place and I was inhaling the poppers with ever ragged breath, Nick let my head drop back down. "That should help keep you pliable, pretty boy. Don't worry, if you pass out, I'll take care of you. If you scream or yell or cry, I'll take care of you. But nobody will hear you, and nobody is going to stop you getting your fantasy tonight. You're tight little hole is going to be my piss pot right after I breed you like you were born to be." I was so high on the poppers I barely could tell what was happened from here and in what order. What I can remember is feeling Nick grab the plug in my ass and tug on it. He tugged a little and let it go.....tugged a bit more and let it go....tugged yet again and my hole struggled to stretch so he could pull it out, and he let it go....over and over tugging on it but never pulling it out. Then after a few minutes, and tugged and pulled the widest part out of my hole. I felt the stretch, just the wrong side of too much and it gave. But my relief was short lived. No sooner than it gave then Nick forced back in. I yelled. And he did it again. Over and over. As I started crying, he was laughing. "Oh, this is only the start, faggot. This hole is too tight and too fresh for all the plans I have" and "Cry all you want, pretty boy....it's music to my ears and only make me hungrier for what I have planned". My mind was barely aware of what was happening....the poppers in the painters mask had me so fucked up. I'd never had poppers like this and I struggled to stay conscious. I felt the mask suddenly fall away and Nick saying "that's enough of those"....and then he pulled the plug out of my hole for good. The entire length was gone and I could feel my hole clinching on nothing and trying to close. "oooooh, look at that pretty faggot hole....trying to close up after I gave it so much love....no, no, no....we can't have that can we, pretty boy?". I felt Nicks fingers slide inside me....there was at least 2....I wasn't sure....He was pumping his fingers in and out of my hole and what had been torture earlier was now so nice...I was moaning for him....moaning for his fingers and trying to twist and shimmy my ass to get more of them inside me. "Oh yeah, now your hole is wanting more....just how it always is....the first bit is always the hardest, making sure my new hole knows resistance means nothing to me and it will always give up to what I want." He pulled his fingers out. And then they came back and I knew my hole just opened up for him when he pushed them deep back inside. This time there was a sharp sting, like a nail caught on me, and then it burned. I yelped, "something's wrong...it's burning!"....Nick rubbed his hand on my ass, "nothing's wrong, pretty boy....sorry about that...it'll stop in a few and your hole will feel better than it ever has". He kept pumping his fingers in side me....the burning subsided....and then his fingers would leave my hole....then come back and I'd feel the little sharpness and burn again....but then it would fade....I think this happened 3 or 4 times, I'm not sure. I started feeling flush and hot all over my body. The popper haze was completely gone now but something else was making me feel weird. Like I felt weird in my own skin. Nick kept working my hole with fingers and and telling me I was such a good boy and a pretty boy and how my hole was becoming such a work of art. He reached forward and pulled the painters masks over my nose and mouth again "just for a few minutes, pretty boy....just until I get you used to my cock now." The scent of poppers overwhelmed me again and between the odd feelings in my head and body and hole, the poppers worked their way into my mind. I felt Nick remove his fingers and then I felt the head of his cock at my hole. I moaned when his head slipped inside, and he pulled it back out. "You sounded like you liked that, pretty boy. Did ya? Did you like your owner's cock slipping in your cunt?" He did it again, and I moaned even louder. "Oh yes, yes, I think you do." Ah few more times of teasing my hole like that and Nicked gripped my hips...painfully so, and then he fucked into my hole with one hard, unforgiving thrust. I yelled and the pain was overwhelming, especially when he breached my 2nd hole, without a single bit of prep. "Oh fuck yea!" Nick was yelling "Nothing better than forcing past a virgin second, especially a hole such as pretty as yours." Before I could really adjust, Nick was sliding all the way out and slamming back in, another shock of pain went through me and I cried out again. "mmm....yeah, faggot, keep crying for me like that". Over and over Nick kept slamming into me. Each time more pain and more cries and tears from me. "Ah...there it is, now your hole has given itself over to me....took more time than I thought it would, but I guess that just lets me know I'm the first man this deep inside you." I couldn't answer because I was in tears....my body was overwhelmed with the poppers, the odd feelings the rest of my body and hole feeling like they were on fire, and the pain. Nick reached forward and removed the mask again, and l could breath fresh hair, and he settled into a hard pounding, once the pain faded, the walls of my hole were like fire and Nick was rubbing them in all the right ways....I was moaning. "Yeah, moan like the slut in heat you are, faggot....I know what I got with you." He fucked me and I was in heaven. His long strokes and thick cock was everything I didn't know I was craving. After what felt like an eternity, Nick buried himself deep and draped himself over my back, pulling my pony back and biting down hard on my shoulder. I felt him convulse and his cock plump and knew he was breeding me. The first time I'd ever been bred, and here was this brutal man who refused to listen to a safeword and I was in heaven. I didn't know why I felt like I did, but I wanted him to keep fucking me more and more. But here he was filling me with his cum, and soon to be his piss. He pushed himself back up and and kept ahold of my hips. "Hold on, boy, you're about to get your fantasy." We both waited a moment, our breaths ragged. Then I felt it. "Aaaaaah, there it is, boy", Nick barely whispers. I felt the strangest sensation....a warmth that I wasn't expecting. Then I could feel the weight; Nick's piss was filling me up, fuller than I had expected. "Mmmm....such a wonderful feeling filling up my boy's cunt with my piss. All done now. Now, when I pull out, I want you to clinch up and hold it in."..."Yes, Sir." Nick began to slowly pull out and my hole was almost yelling at me to beg him "no" to not pull out. But he did, and I clinched up like he'd told me. Nick rubbed my ass, and then I felt something pushing at my hole again. "Let this in, boy....this is going to hold all my special piss inside you for a bit...make sure you get everything you need." As soon as I relaxed a bit, Nick forced the huge plug in my hole and even I could hear the squelch. "Such a pretty hole....you did a good job boy not letting my piss out. Now, we're going to keep you just like this for awhile. I'm going to get you some Advil and then, in a little while, we'll take you to the shower and get you emptied out. How does that sound, Chase? Does my pretty boy want to do this for me?" "Yes, Sir....very much for you, Sir" Nick stepped away and a few minutes later, he was back in front of me, holding two pills in his hand and a glass of water. "Take these, Chase, and it'll make you feel better, ease some of your discomfort." I let him put them on my tongue and drank the water through a straw. Nick patted my cheek softly and leaned over and kissed me. "There you are boy. Now you're going to feel really good, and you'll be mine. My pretty boy, my pretty little faggot, and my hole to abuse and share." "I'm sorry, what, Sir?" "You dumbass pretty boy. You've got a gut full of chem piss that's getting you higher and higher the longer it sits inside you. You had 3 shards shoved up your cunt and didn't even realize it. And now you just took a couple of pills of MDMA. You may've never been high before, but in about half an hour, you're going to be so fucking high, you won't even remember why this was a bad idea." Nick's voice was getting deeper and rougher as he told me this. "And now, you're mine. Tied down and going no where, and there's not a fucking thing you can do. You are now my property, and you won't ever walk out that door without a chain around your neck. Do you understand what property means, now, Chase? My very pretty piece of property?" I couldn't reply. Through whatever drugs or sex haze was in my head, I registered everything he said. But I couldn't speak....all I could do was let my head fall down when he let go of my pony and I cried. Sobs wrecked my body, and all Nick did was stand over me and laugh. "Don't worry....those drugs will make you feel good about everything soon enough. You'll soon be craving everything I have in mind for you. We just have to wait." With that, a bag or pillowcase or something went over my head and I heard Nick walk away leaving me right there on his ottoman.

I was browsing Grindr, not having much luck. I talked to multiple men, some I had met before, others I had not. None were accepting my offer of a hole to breed. Frustrated, I put my phone down and moved to my PC, planning on finding porn and using a toy for the evening. I started with bbrt, hoping for someone to take an interest. Signing in, my inbox was as good as useless; CumUnion and a non-starter "Oink!" message. Shifting my attention to the quick connect ads, I felt my eyes light up. "NEED LOOSE HOLE - HMU." I knew I had to message him, no matter the profile attached. I looked anyway. Clicking his profile name, I saw a man I couldn't resist. A muscle bear who enjoyed fisting and poz verbal. Same age as me, versatile and claimed a big dick, though had no dick pic. I didn't care about the lack of picture, as his being into fisting was enough, no matter his size. His face and body pictures showed an attractive man with great definition and plenty of body hair. I sent a message before I checked his entire profile, hoping I'd catch his attention and he'd want me. I was slim, stubbled and handsome. Not a twink, but not too far from the label. Tall, hairy and slightly muscled. Cub or otter, I couldn't say myself, but confident. While I waited for a reply, I continued looking at the man's profile. Very little detail apart from the fact that he was HIV positive. The line about poz verbal made more sense to me, then. I checked and rechecked his pictures, hoping he'd reply to the message I'd sent him. I checked the quick connect ad he'd posted a couple more times, along with my own profile and the message I'd sent him: "Loose hole looking." Had I been too direct? Should I have said "Hi" first? His reply came back within 15 minutes with an address and a phone number. I sent him a message, letting him know I was able to travel to him and I was still eager, that I'd set off to the address given within a few minutes. The man replied quickly, letting me know I'd be able to let myself in and that I should reply once I was outside his home and await instruction. I was already hard, but his message made my dick pulse. I got ready, ran down to my car and set off. The journey took me just over 30 minutes, when I check the time. I sent a fresh message to let my hook up know I was outside and awaiting his orders. I looked out my car window at the building. I was impressed, but surprised at the lack of security measures. No gates, open doors and apparently no one to challenge me just walking through the front door. My phone buzzed and I checked it immediately, excited for the meet I was about to have. "In the front door apt#2 on left door open strip inside come to bedroom listen for porn". My dick sprung up, I was ready for this. I got out of my car, walked to the front door, which was neither locked, nor manned and looked to the left. Apartment 2 was next to the main door and ajar. I walked towards it and pushed it open. Stepping inside, I closed it behind and began to strip. I slipped off my shoes, my jumper and t-shirt, followed by my jeans, socks and boxers. Stood naked in a stranger's hallway, I listened for the sound of porn. I could hear the sound of sex. Moans of a man in pleasure and a male voice talking to him, though I couldn't make out what was being said. I passed two doors and around a corner before I could see an open doorway and light projected on the wall in view. I could make out the voice, now. "You want my poz load? Fuck yeah. Take my dirty dick." Walking into the room, I saw the muscle bear in all his glory, sat on a wide, padded chair next to his bed. He was as handsome, muscular and hairy as his pictures showed. His legs were spread wide and his hand was working his hard dick, while he watched the pozzing porn on the screen behind me. I could barely believe my eyes, looking at his dick. He didn't lie, he was hung. Maybe not in length, but definitely in girth. I'd seen as long, but never as thick. "Get it wet, boy." He spoke to me, in a deep, sultry voice. I didn't wait to follow his instruction. I moved forward into the room, eyes glued to his member, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leant forward and put my mouth over his head. My jaw was stretched and before I knew it, I had to wrap my lips around my teeth or I'd risk scratching him. "Good boy. You know how to treat a big dick, don't you?" He asked. I murmured assent, knowing he meant about my lips to avoid my teeth on his dick. I hadn't spoke a word to him, yet. That didn't matter, I knew I had to work his dick, or I'd regret it, despite his lack of threats. I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me down his shaft. I worked hard, bobbing back against the pressure he applied, getting my spit further and further down him, towards his balls. I cupped them, pulled at them softly and switched hands over again, hoping it'd be something he enjoyed. When I was allowed up for air, I gasped with strings of saliva connecting me back to his head. I used my hands to roll back his foreskin and spread my spit down to his balls. His dick glistened in the low light of the TV behind me. I spat on his dick and moved my mouth back onto him. "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty cunt," he said to me. I replied with a happy noise and continued my work. I was told I had to get him wet and so I would. "That's enough lube, get on the bed," I was told. Eyes watering, I did as I was told. I got off my knees, turned and climbed on his bed, taking my chance to look at the screen. It was a compilation video of pozzing scenes. I recognised most of them, they'd been around for years. "On your back, boy," I heard from behind me. I flipped myself over and raised my legs above my head, pulling my knees to my chest. I looked the man in charge in the eye and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Good boy," he said as he dropped to his knees. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, as he started to eat my hole. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks and forced his tongue into my hole. "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on and he worked my hole so well. He pulled away to say "you like that, boy? You want that cunt worked open?" "Yes, please," I moaned back to him as he dove back between my cheeks. He stood back up and turned to his night stand. Picking up a brown bottle, he uncapped it, sniffed it, then offered it to me, before spitting directly down onto his dick and moving his hips forward. I took the bottle and sniffed like he did. I sniffed again, knowing the stretch I was about to feel with only spit. I felt his head at my hole, pushing forward. "Oh, god," I managed, as his thick member forced its way into me. I huffed the poppers again, trying to adjust before he fucked in earnest. "Oh fuck yes, good boy." "Thank you, Sir. You're so fucking thick, start slow please." I begged him. He was kind, he started slow. I huffed poppers as he slowly got me used to his girth and spat on his dick every few thrusts. Hearing the poz porn from the TV, and watching his body over me turned me on. I loved watching and feeling him spit on his dick while he was still inside me, getting me ready for what was to come. "You feel nice and loose now. You ready for my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear. "Yes, please, sir. My hole's all yours, I'm ready for you," I replied to him, clinging to his body. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his torso. I could feel him starting to sweat, I was too. Our hair was starting to matt. He leaned back up, breaking my arms' grip. He spat in my face, to my delight. My dick pulsed and he chuckled, "Filthy cunt. Look at your dick. You've covered us both in pre-cum." I moaned back at him, as he thrust inside me, to the hilt. "Do you pre-cum?" I asked him. "Yeah I do. You like that? You like my poz pre-cum?" "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted back at him. "Give me more!" He laughed at me. "I knew you were a sleazy bottom. Are you on PreP, boy?" "No, Sir." I stated, still moaning around the words. "Good boy. You gonna take my loads tonight? I'm not on meds." "Yes, Sir. I want your toxic dick! I want your loads. Give it to me!" The verbal I'd been watching for years burst out of me. I'd always enjoyed it, but never knew I'd commit to it so wholeheartedly. "Fuck yes, boy. I was hoping you'd want my gift." He started to pound me and I started to moan like a bitch in heat. His dick stretched me out, giving me the sensation I'd enjoyed on toys and fists. I moved my hands over his body, enjoying the sweat dripping off him and encouraging him to fuck me harder, while I egged him on. "Breed me, infect me. Give me your poz load. Don't pull out, keep going. I want it, Sir, give it to me," I told him. "You're gonna get it. I'm gonna mark you, boy. Make you mine. Your cunt is mine now, you're mine. I'm gonna give you my poz strain." He whispered back. He fucked me hard, flipped me over and fucked harder. "You want it, boy? You sure you want my toxic load? Fucking say it!" "I want it, Sir. Give me your toxic load! I want you to infect me. I want your dirty dick inside me, Sir. I need it." I shouted back at him. His movements were getting more frantic. He was going to cum soon and I could feel my dick bouncing against me. I had to concentrate not to cum before he did, I didn't want to disappoint him. His rhythm was getting quicker and he started moaning. I encouraged him "that's it, keep going, cum inside me, don't pull out. Please breed me. I want it, poz me, Sir. Give me that toxic load." He moaned louder than he had and stopped moving for a second, before carrying on pumping. I could feel his thick dick pulsing inside my hole and I pushed back into him. I wanted every drop. I wanted his load inside me completely. Once he'd stopped thrusting, he chuckled one last time and pulled out. I clenched my hole down once I realised what he was doing and spun round to clean his dick. "Oh fuck, boy. Ah. Ah. Stop!" Pulling me off his dick he said, "I'm too sensitive after I cum. But that was hot, ass to mouth is hot. Now get back up on the bed. On your back. I'm gonna work that load in."

My company had recently won an important contract in Mexico, and as the only analyst who spoke Spanish (thanks to my mother being from Seville), I had been sent to oversee the setup of the new operation. My partner was not best pleased that I was going to be gone for eight weeks, but the large bonus I was to receive was certainly going to help with filling up the pot we were setting aside for trying to have kids through a surrogate in the future, so we both knew that I had to accept. As such, after a comfortable flight over in business class, I was now set up in an aparthotel that would act as my base for the trip. The first few days were hectic, but as things calmed down and the new operation found its feet, I could afford to take a bit of a step back. This gave me the opportunity to see a bit of the city and its surroundings, while also hunting for gifts to take back to appease my partner for the prolonged absence. Top of my personal to-do list was a trip out to see some lesser-known pyramids, which I had heard were much less touristy than Teotihuacán and could be visited round the clock. I decided a couple of nights in a nearby basic hotel would be sensible as I was keen to see both sunrise and sunset at the archeological site, so I made a plan to head out there after finishing a bit early on the Friday and then come back to the city on the Sunday. Sure enough, pre-dawn on the Saturday my alarm went off, and after splashing some water on my face, filling my thermos with coffee from the room and donning some clothes, I headed out into the darkness. I had rented a bike to explore the site myself, so with the headlight on bright, I rode off up the semi-paved track away from the hotel. Little was I to know I would not actually get to watch the sunrise as planned. I managed to find my way to the site, although I could not yet make out any actual pyramids in the darkness. I chained up the bike, grabbed my flashlight and then set off up the path leading from the entrance gate. I figured I would find somewhere to sit and drink some coffee while I waited for there to be enough light in the sky to help me work out where to position myself for the actual sunrise. Eventually I found a sort of shelter, the purpose of which was not clear to me in the gloom, but it had a bench in it that I could sit down on to wait. However, as soon as I did so I felt a wave of tiredness come over me, and having got to the site quicker than expected, I decided I could risk leaning against the back and side of the shelter to rest my eyes for a bit. I set an alarm on my phone for half an hour, closed my eyes, and soon drifted off. I was not woken by my alarm, but rather by the sudden jolt of being pulled forward off the bench. It was still fairly dark but I could just make out that there were several figures there, and I knew immediately I was in trouble. At least two men were hauling me out of the shelter by my arms, and of course I shouted and tried to resist once my fight-or-flight response kicked in. At this point my arms were pulled behind me while a bandana or something was pulled around my mouth. Despite my best efforts my assailants quickly had me muted, my arms tied behind me, and then they pushed me to the ground and did the same to my ankles. I was then lifted up by several men and carried away from the shelter, heading for godknowswhere. At this point I was sure I was being kidnapped. After being carried in the dark for a few moments, I was placed down on my front on a flat-topped rock. Before I could squirm or do anything to try to free myself, I was held firmly in place while the men untied my ankles, spread them, and then re-secured them apart to something before ripping open the back of my shorts and underwear. The rope tying my wrists together was also secured down to something, so that I was prone over the rock. Then, almost immediately, I felt a hard pressure at my anus, and started to scream out as much as I could over the gag as I was penetrated. Maybe these men were indeed kidnapping me, but I was to be used first, that was for sure. The initial entry was excruciating, especially as I rarely bottomed for my partner, but eventually whichever of the men it was had buried himself in me fully. He then started a rough pounding of my hole, my gagged screams seemingly not bothering any of them. The first guy fucked me brutally for a while, then roared out and jammed himself into me fully. I knew I was being bred. He then pulled out and was replaced by another, and the whole ordeal began again. They all took at least one turn, my screams seeming to fade into submission in time with the sun rising and light bathing the ruins around us. Not that I got to see much of that, as any time I looked up to try to see who was doing this to me I was struck in the face by one of the men. When they all seemed to be done, a blindfold was tied around my eyes, my ankles were released but then rapidly secured back together, and then I was roughly pulled up off the rock and up into the air again. I was carried to somewhere for a few minutes, and then heard what sounded like a metal door being opened. Moments later I was dropped down onto a hard surface on my back, my wrists were untied from each other, pulled apart and secured somehow. My ankles got the same treatment, and then I heard all the men leaving and the door being closed again. I had no choice but to lie there on my back, unable to see a thing, trussed up like godknowswhat, my mouth still gagged, my used and sore hole continuing to leak, and wonder what was in store for me. Over the course of however many hours it was, men seemed to take turns to visit the increasingly hot room I was in, all of them unceremoniously ramming into my hole and fucking another load into me. What was really surprising was that I realised I was getting just a little bit excited each time I heard the door open as someone else arrived, which was crazy given the peril I was in and the reality of what was happening to me. But yes, truth be told, I was starting to want there to be someone there fucking me rather than being left alone. Another change of location came later, when a number of men seemed to come into the room together and begin working together to release me from whatever I was tied to, re-secure my wrists and ankles together, and then lift me up and carry me out. Once again I was manually carried for some time, until we reached whatever the chosen venue was now for all this to continue. I had no fight left in me, so when I was put down on my feet I dutifully allowed my ankles to be separated and secured apart to something, before I was bent forward over what felt like a rock. I propped myself up on my elbows, and this perhaps gave them an indication that they had broken me as a moment later my gag and blindfold were taken off. I blinked and got my eyes used to the light, taking in that we were back in the trees around the ruins, but I did not look around at the men. I stared straight ahead of me, just waiting. A cock was pressed back into me, and I gave a slight moan as, despite the use and abuse I had experienced and how sore my hole was by this point, there was still a definite sense of what I can only call relief at being filled again. I took the fuck without complaint, and actually squeezed around his cock as he slammed in a final time and unloaded in me. I did the same as all the other men followed suit, never once turning my head to see who these guys were. Somewhere in the corner of my mind, voices were screaming at me to try to stop this, to try to remember that I’m partnered up and planning to have a family, and that this was a repeated act of violence being perpetrated on me, but by this point a deeper, perhaps long-repressed version of me had emerged. I had gone into something of a trance I suppose, but was broken out of that when one of the men suddenly appeared next to me, also bent over the rock. I turned to look at him as I was being fucked, noticing he couldn’t have been more than 25, and watched as he grimaced through his own penetration. He did not utter a sound throughout though, and when the man behind him slammed in a final time and then withdrew, the younger guy just stood up and disappeared out of my field of view. A moment later a stocky older man with a bushy moustache took his place and was also fucked by one of the others, all while the rest of them continued to use me. The light faded as my gangbang continued, with several of the men having also taken a turn bent over on the rock next to me. I concluded this must be a gang or something, but did not know if they all got fucked or if there was some kind of hierarchy within the group. I found myself wondering how many other men had experienced what I was going through, and whether it was just tourists they targeted. I also didn’t know whether I was still going to be kidnapped and held for ransom, but I was starting to think that maybe that wasn’t going to be the case. Perhaps they would finally expend their sexual energies, and then dispose of me to become just the latest in a long list of Westerners who had disappeared without trace, or maybe I was going to be set free after all this. I got my answer long after it had got dark, when the blindfold was suddenly put back on me and I was re-gagged while the last of them finished off inside me. I was then hauled off the rock and quickly re-tied at the wrists and ankles, before being lifted up by several hands and carried off. It seemed like ages, but eventually I was unceremoniously dumped on the ground. I felt the restraints at my wrists being loosened, and then the sound of all the men running away. When it had gone quiet I managed to get my blindfold off with my still-tied hands, realising I was back at the shelter where this had all started. There was some dim light from a nearby lamp, so I could just about make out what I was doing as I wiggled my hands and used my teeth to finally get one wrist free, making it possible to get the gag out of my mouth and then untie the rest of the binds. I was free, and the men were long gone. The bike was still there at the end of the path, and miraculously the torn shorts I was wearing still had everything I had set out with in the pockets, so I was able unchain the bike to cycle back. I had to do the whole thing standing up on the peddles as I was too sore to sit on the saddle, and closer to my hotel I wore out and got off to walk the bike the rest of the way. When I got back, the old man at the reception desk nodded to me as I staggered in, and I detected a smirk as I glanced back at him before starting the climb up the stairs. Did he know? Had he been part of this somehow? Was he possibly even one of the gang that had spent the day fucking me? Or was he just amused by the state I was in? I managed a shower, gently probing around my gaping, abused hole a bit to feel the damage, before collapsing into the bed and passing out. I had feverish dreams all night, waking in a sweat more than once, and was therefore very slow to get going the next morning. An older lady was at the reception when I checked out, but once again I just had a sense that she knew something. What had I got into by coming here? It was a relief when I got back to the city and returned the car to the hire place around the corner from my aparthotel. I slept a little more soundly in my temporary home, and the next day started the process of trying to act normally as I got back on with work. However, as the days of that week went on, a nagging desire got stronger and stronger. I couldn’t deny it as hard as I tried: I wanted to be fucked again, and I wanted it to be anonymous and raw. All it took was a couple of beers with colleagues after work on the Friday, and my inhibitions had been sufficiently lowered to do something about my predicament. That night, and for so many more during my remaining time in Mexico, I was to be found bent over in a cruise club taking whatever came my way. Three days after I got home, I woke up with a fever. My partner tended to me through the delirium that followed, and sat by my side in the doctor’s office a week later as I was given the news that I had tested positive. He saved his rage until we were back home, refusing to believe that any version of what I told him was true. He was acting out of fury as he threw accusations my way, and yet everything he was saying did actually now ring true in some way. I had been subjected to what was undoubtedly a prolonged sexual assault, and yet it had awoken something in me that I knew I could not suppress again. I felt strangely liberated, even as my partner’s vitriol went from strength to strength, and found myself zoning out and starting to wonder if my pozzing had been at the hands of the gang or one of the many anonymous hook-ups in the clubs of Mexico City. Jump forward to today, and my career has actually advanced significantly since the success of the Mexican operation’s commencement. My partner of course kicked me out, and in his anger and betrayal he made sure our friends and families knew the truth about me. That set forth something of a mass desertion by people I thought I had been close to, but now that I am without the same social responsibilities to occupy most of my weekends and evenings, I am free to live my new life. That life involves cock. Any cock. All cocks. There isn’t one I won’t ride, and no load I won’t take. Hook-ups at home or a guy’s place, clubs, saunas, public toilets, alleyways, parks, beaches… Anywhere, anytime, you can find me and my biohazard tramp stamp swallowing up as many loads as possible. I’m 45, apparently handsome, in the best shape of my life, and a proud poz cumdump. But what excites me most is that I’m being sent back to Mexico to oversee the rollout of our latest system upgrade in the office there. I’ve already secured some time off during my stay, and I know just where I’ll be aiming to spend it…

Posting from this guys kitchen in between round 2, but the last 3 months ive been absolutely addicted to breeding this server who lives in my apartment complex. 6' tall, lanky awkward redhead with an uncut cock and a little bubblegum pink hole I can't keep my dick out of. He moved in with his bf of 3 years whos a 2/10 and works night shifts at a hotel lobby. Initially it was just a lot of teasing, then handjobs and blowjobs. Every night we'd curl upon his couch and suck each other dry for a few weeks. Eventually I laid him back and ate him. Probably the best ass ive ever eaten I think. Getting him to fuck was annoying and took forever but I made it happen. I even got him to bareback, just promised I'd cum outside. (Still worth it) the first time was amazing. So tight, so wetp. I spent 2-3 days glazing his ass with my semen Eventually he said we had to quit and kept bringing up his boyfriend, "we shouldn't bareback", etc... Still got him legs up a few more nights after that taking my dick like I wanted, but by the weeks end he made more excuses and finally said he didn't have any lube so I asked to use his bathroom and couldn't find any. I did manage to find a small thing of Vaseline though, and convinced him to at least jerk off with me one last time He didnt really want to, but eventually I got a few fingers in him and asked if I could just put the head in one last time. Push push push and pretty soon i had my cock back deep in his guts like usual. Since I thought it was the last time I tried breeding him without giving it away but he could feel the load. Wasnt really upset though since we both basically came at the same time and I told him his ass was " just this last time" Now its not even a question and we fuck almost every other night. I got him to admit he likes how it feels when a guy cums inside, so now he just lays back or on his side and let's me pump it in him. Usually we just lay in bed and play some animal crossing until he sees I'm getting hard again. Then he just pumps my dick a few times and lifts his hips a little so I can breed him all over again. Idk if his bf can tell but I'm kind of stretching him into a pussy too. He gapes WIDE after the first load and I can usually see it inside him every time. Theres no more convincing or anything now, and some nights he lubes me hard and rides me himself. Fun.

For the first time, I dared to defy his instruction. Instead, I stood up to kiss him, my hands still holding his dick and cradling his balls. Our mouths met in fiery passion, tongues swirling and lips pressed against each others'. "Thank you." I said, once our mouths had parted. "You're welcome, boy. Are you chasing?" "Sort of. I've been hoping to find someone like you. You're my first gifter top. I've never had an unmedicated load," I told him. I blushed and looked away. He grinned and pulled my chin back towards his, kissing me again. "I'm glad I'm the first. You're my first, too. Chaser, I mean. I only converted a couple months ago." I stared at him with wide eyes. "Thank you, Sir," was all I could think to say to him. "Back on the bed." I did as I was told. I moved half a step back, laid down and pulled my legs back to my chest again. I watched, as the attractive man grinned at me and got on his knees. My dick started to leak more clear liquid again, when my new favourite person pushed two fingers inside me. "There's two, boy. You want three?" He asked. "Mmhm," I moaned back at him. I was enjoying two, but knew his dick had stretched me out. I wanted more. He was working my cunt so well with just two, I was dying to know what he could do using more. I felt an extra finger, moaning at him again, enjoying the feeling of him working his poz load inside my hole. "That's four. You're gonna take a fist, soon!" "Yes, please! I want your fist up my cunt. Stretch me out, Sir!" I felt him pull out completely and swap hands. As I opened my mouth to moan for the swap, his first hand came up to my face and he forced his four fingers into my face. I slurped on his fingers, sucking his load into my throat. I moaned at him in ecstasy. I was loving his dominant stance and I was loving his sleaze. I wanted to take everything he had to give me. "Mmmm," I moaned around his fingers. "What was that, boy?" He asked, pulling his hand back from my face and began using it in tandem with his other. "Fuck, Sir. You're using me so good. You're making me so hot. Thank you. Don't stop," I blathered. I couldn't stop. He was making me feel so good and I wanted him to know. The muscle bear kept working my hole with his hands, while my mouth encouraged him and moaned in pleasure. I kept using the poppers he had given me earlier, keeping my hole relaxed. I felt a turning point, once he had been spitting at my hole and his hands for almost a full minute. "I need you to huff those poppers a few times, boy. Big breaths, or you won't get my fist tonight." I almost panicked. I wanted his fist so bad but was scared of the lack of lube. I knew I wasn't in charge, so had to accept I was getting fisted with only spit and his cum as lube. I decided to trust the poppers and took a deep breath, holding it. I let it go slowly, before taking another and repeating the process a third time. I murmured my assent to him, nodding and making eye contact. His knuckles pushed hard against my hole, while I tried to relax, letting his fist inside me. My moans turned to deep growls as his twisted his hands slightly back and forth. I took another deep hit of poppers and felt his fist slide past my hole. "Good boy," he elongated the words, almost growling back at me. I couldn't form words, only deep guttural moans in reply. I nodded my head, making sure he could see I was along for the ride. I huffed on the brown bottle once more, before dropping it and holding my legs back, relaxing my hole and trusting the man with his hand inside me. My cunt was worked hard. The man alternated hands and speed. He directed me when to use poppers, how deep and how many breaths. I was in pig heaven. My hole was getting stretched out with a toxic load as the lube. My top spat on his hands over and over again, even getting me to join in the lubing process. I was incapacitated, barely able to move without his direction. Eventually, he slowed, only using one hand. I finally recovered from my stupor enough to look back over my dick at him. One hand inside me, the other on his own dick. "I'm hard again," he grinned. "Do you have another load for me?" I asked. "You fucking bet I do, boy. Ask me for it properly." "Poz me. Give me another toxic load, Sir. I want your strain." I told him. He pulled his hand out of my hole, making me growl again, as his lifted his other hand off his dick. He showed me both in the light of the TV, still playing porn. Both had streaks of red, the left, most recent from my hole had more. "Ask me again." "Fuck, Sir." My dick pulsed again. I didn't think I'd bleed. It was a done deal at this point. I was already eager, now I had no choice. "Infect me. Make me toxic." "Good boy," his smile was predatory and I loved it. The man stood up, his thick dick wet with my hole and what spit he'd offered and pushed himself into me for the second time. "You're so fucking loose boy. I'm gonna make you my boy. MY boy. You understand?" He asked me. "I understand," I told him. "I want to take your strain. I want your load, your toxic dick. Make me yours, Sir." "Fuck yes. Dirty little chaser. Bug chaser." I could only moan in pleasure back. I didn't know I'd enjoy being called a bug chaser so much, but I could feel my dick straining between our bodies. "Slow down. Slow down, Sir." I begged. "Let me enjoy my pozzing." "Oh, you wanna go slow? Savour my toxic cock?" He goaded me. "Yes, please. Yes please, Sir." He slowed his pace, pulling out further before plunging all the way back in, eliciting deep moans from me. "Tell me you want another toxic load, boy!" "I want another toxic load, Sir," I recited. "Give me everything you got!" I added. "Hnnnh," he stared down at me, before clamping his hands down on my throat. "Take that dick, boy. Take my dirty cock. You want my load? Dirty fucking bug chaser. Nasty little cunt. Look at you, offering your loose cunt up with no questions asked. No fucking PreP. Dumb little cumdump. Fuck! FUCK!" He yelled. I was in paradise. I ran my hands from his buttocks, up his back and over his shoulders. Down his arms, to his slick hands, back up to his pecs and down his torso. I rested two of my fingers on my hole, on either side of his girthy dick. I felt his hands lift from my throat and I gladly gasped for air. "Open your mouth." I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, making eye contact with the man inside me. He spat, slowly, letting a string of saliva stretch from his lips down to my open mouth, He spat again, breaking the string and spreading it out across my face. He chukled again. "Good boy." "Thank you, Sir. Fuck that's so hot," I told him. "I'm getting close boy. Tell me you want it, bug chaser." "I want your gift, Sir. Infect me. Give me your bug. Please, poz me up. Please give me your toxic load. I want it. I want your load," I begged, round and round. I used every phrase I'd ever learned to ask him for it. "Hnnngh. Uhh. Fuck! Take it. Take my fucking load. Take my strain. Get it, boy. Get pozzed. I'm fucking pozzing you!" I felt his dick swell and pulse for the second time that night. I wrapped my legs around him, holding my hands on his ass, pulling him into me. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you." I was halfway between a whisper and whimper. I held him there, inside me for the next few minutes, while he panted on top of me. I moved my hand up and down his back, caressing my gifter. I congratulated him and thanked him again and again. Ten minutes later, pulled his torso off me, grinned and kissed me. "Mm, you're a great fuck, boy. Don't tell me your name. You're just "boy" for now. Fucking hot. Suck me clean when I pull out," and collapsed back on top of me. My dick was still hard, pressed between us. After another few minutes, my new top pushed up, back and pulled out of me while standing up in one smooth motion. I knew my orders and followed them to the letter. I rolled myself down, off the bed, kneeling in front of my gifter and grabbed his balls, pushing his mostly soft dick towards my mouth. I sucked, cleaning every bit of wetness off him. I enjoyed it and from the sound of his moaning, so did he. As I sucked, I figured now would be my last chance to get off in his presence, so I started working my own dick. I concentrated on how loose and sore my hole was feeling and on how his dick had made me feel. I knew I had an unmedicated load inside me, two even and let myself get to climax as fast as I could. "Ah, ah, ah. Stop that. Stop!" He batted my hand away from my dick. "Let me." I stopped sucking and looked up, shocked. He'd been so dominant throughout our session, I hadn't considered him playing with my dick at all. "Get on the chair," he said. He pointed to the chair next to his bed. The wide, padded one I'd first found him on. "Pick your favourite pozzing porn. Or fisting. I'd prefer poz." I got up and moved to the chair, grabbing his phone and selecting a highly verbal pozzing scene. I sat how I'd found him, wide legs and dick pointing up. As he moved forward, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms under my legs. I was dragged to the edge of the chair and had my legs forced up again, like he was about to fuck me again. "Hold your legs," he told me, before grabbing my balls and swallowing my dick. He worked my dick like a pro, like I had tried to work his earlier. His eyes were soon streaming as he bobbed his head up and down. Just when I was getting close, he stopped and moved to work my balls. I loved it all, I had been moaning the moment he dragged me back down the chair. After my balls, he moved further down, onto my hole. I was loose and sore, but he made me crave more again. I could hear his moans and enjoyment, it turned me on even more. One last suck on my hole, before he held his tongue flat and moved himself all the way back up, over my taint, my balls and up my dick, to swallow it again. This time, he inserted three fingers and played with my prostate. He meant to make me cum and it only took him a minute. I couldn't help but drop my hands to the back of his head, with my dick in the back of his throat and his fingers manipulating me from the inside. "I'm cumming," I slurred, as my dick exploded and my hole clenched around his fingers. I pumped my hips into his face and he took everything I gave him. He was happy to take it. Once I'd stilled, he pulled his fingers out of my hole and offered them to me, shiny from his toxic loads. I gladly accepted, sucking them, as he had sucked me. He pulled his fingers out and met my mouth with his. We enjoyed a sloppy kiss together, while he lifted me clean from the chair and dropped me onto his bed, where he pulled me close and breathed a contented sigh.

We spent the next four months fucking almost constantly and for at least the first month of that John was full on toxic. The initial tests done for the beginning of the trial put his viral load at nearly one million and he shot at least 4 loads a day into me. We got ahold of a couple of the little blue pills and he spent almost 6 hours inside of me without pulling out once. He was teaching me the pleasure of pain and my sore, raw ass just turned me on as I absorbed more and more virus. I set up a video camera and we filled dozens of video tapes with what looked like Death fucking a young auburn Greek god Just before he started the drug trial I could feel his pelvic bones slamming into me when we fucked. He was so fucking beautiful I remember I had bruises on my ass from the it and my nipples ached from being twisted by his bony fingers He took to the medications so well though that he was putting on weight within a month. Thank God but I miss that terrible wraith like “Death John”. He lives on in my VCR through and we still watch the tapes while we fuck occasionally all these years later and eventually had them converted to digital so they will live forever At 4 months I was married to Diana. She and Vickey were happily living in the attached guest house and pretty much out of my hair. Her part would come later I was also confirmed HIV positive and toxic. It was time to start my plan. My father was target number one I called him and said I wanted to talk to him about Grandpa’s money and me joining the R Party. I drove to his gated community house, It was much too expensive for someone on a county commissioner’s “public servant” salary but no one ever seemed to notice that. When I arrived I noticed that all the servants were Latino, male and between 25 and 35... Certain things started to occur to me at that point They were confirmed when I saw my dad pat one of them on the ass when he thought I was not watching. My hypocritical son of a bitch (and as you know grandma was a spiteful old bitch) father was not only gay he had a thing for Latino men If there were two things my father hated publicly it was gays and “migrants” which was his catch all phrase for anyone with skin between lily white and African. I think the fact that his well tanned body was darker than any of these men totally escaped him. It was not really skin tone it was heritage and the perceived voting pattern that came with it, pure and simple As we sat waiting for dinner he offered me a drink indicating the fully stocked bar “I’m only 18 dad. I’m not allowed to drink” I said thinking alcohol would just get in the way of what I intended to do later “Like the rules apply to people like us” he snorted “Water or Coke will do” I said, stressing the word “Coke”” just to irritate him. I was a confirmed Coke boy. None of that Pepsi crap like my Dad. You had to have SOME standards after all “Do you make every choice in your life just to spite me?” He asked “Pretty much” I said pleasantly with a smile Dad rolled his eyes ”Why do I even bother? Give a kid everything and they turn on you” He apparently believed the lies he told when he was asked about me. He always talked like he had won 18 consecutive “Father of the year” awards. I didn’t even blink. I was used to his delusions “Rum and PEPSI Jose” he snarled to his “butler”. “And PEPSI for him!” he added looking petulantly spiteful Jose looked like he could be Ricky Martin’s much edgier brother. As he moved I noticed his black pants were skin tight and the bulge in the front was more than substantial. Was my dad not only gay but a bottom? What an amusing and sick thought for a son to have about his own father As Dad turned away Jose pulled a bottle with a red label and white letters I could have sworn read “Coca-Cola” from under the bar and poured me a glass over ice. Then he topped off the mostly rum and ice shorter glass with a splash and returned the bottle to it’s hiding place with such practiced ease that I was sure this was the norm in this house. He was on his sixth “Rum and Pepsi” by the time dinner came “What’s this about the money and you joining the party?” He asked slurring his words “I just wanted to confirm that now that I am 18 and have control you will never see a dime of it. I am going to join the party and use the money to support your primary opponent” I said with casual maliciousness “What?” he roared trying to stand then he slumped into his chair and passed out. The attitude of the household staff changed as soon as he was out. “I know how you feel about him so I made his drinks extra strong tonight” Jose said with a slight accent. “Besides if he goes to bed sober enough he tries to fuck one of us and with his little “Vienna sausage” that’s usually a disaster” So if my cock came from dad’s side it skipped a generation I thought with a smirk “When he’s passed out like this we all fuck him. He’s a racist bastard but he pays well and he’s got a nice furry muscle butt” He said and gripped the bulge in his pants” “Why are you telling me all this?” I asked “Your Uncle John was a close friend of my first Daddy and after he died we kept in touch. I would warn him when your dad was up to something. He called me and told me what to expect tonight and to look out for you” he replied calmly he and 3 other men expertly got dad to the bedroom and stripped. They were right he did have a nice ass and a tiny cock. They took turns rolling condoms on their huge brown cocks/ all four a match for mine, and fucking him like a bitch or choke fucking him while they snapped polaroid. They had hundreds of them. Dad was not as out of it as I thought at first, he was definitely sucking and pushing his ass back for more. Occasionally he would reach out a hand and snag a drink he knew would be there and gulped it down then pretend to be passed out again. I’m fairly sure this was so normal for him he didn’t even know I was there When they had all fucked him and torn his ass up for me I dropped my pants and mounted my own father ramming in bare. “Make sure you stay absolutely safe with him from now on” I said to the watching men around us “We are all quitting the day you arrange for him to lose his primary or when he drops out. We already have a lawyer and will file a sexual harassment lawsuit against him as well. We can keep him like this every night till then but that will be a bad day for him I think” and I shot my first toxic load into my father just thinking about that day and the look I imagined would be on his face as his life crumbled. He had made so many enemies he would have trouble finding a job and that meant no health insurance… The images of what I was doing to his life kept me hard and soon I bred him again with my toxic cum I was 18 and “healthy” so I just kept going, infecting the man who had started me and then walked away four more times, filling him with millions of HIV viruses before pulling out and zipping up. Leaving him to the tender mercies of his house staff as they were rolling on new condoms to grind my seed into his blood as I walked out with a folder full of the best polaroids. Most showing him fully aware and sucking Hispanic cock. There were a few I would always treasure the most. Pictures of me destroying my father’s life with my cock and my HIV The next day I told John every detail as he fucked me. It got him off just as much as it had me and it was some of the best sex of our lives Tomorrow I would meet dad’s opponent for the R Party nomination and start setting up his fall as well but you will have to wait for the next chapter for that story ************************************************************************** I hope you are enjoying El’s story as much as I am, Let me know! Scanbu

***Hi there! This is my first attempt at writing a story here, plus English is not my first language, but I had this twisted story in my mind that I had to share! This first chapter is just setting, so please be patient since it isn't anything exciting YET! P.S. I am open to any kind of comments or suggestions, even bad ones, they could be all really useful in the future! Enjoy :)*** Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End We made it: we finally had a home of our own, rented, sure, but far enough from both our families to start a new life from scratch. Paul and I met in high school, neither of us had come out yet. He was very popular, good at sports, six feet tall, with big, sweet brown eyes, dark blond curly hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. Being a rugby player, he had that classic physique: massive, solid, huge arms and thighs, a round and perfect butt that protruded under any kind of pants. In a way, his cherubic face, white skin, and full lips clashed a bit with the macho rugby player physique, but this dissonance made him even more attractive in my eyes. Now, at 23, he hasn't changed much, which is why he proudly flaunts that light blond fuzz on his legs, armpits, and face, and what he calls a "beard" but is actually just a couple of mustache hairs and a few on his chin. He thinks it tones down the angelic features of his face and makes him look "tougher" on the field, yet it's precisely these features that are his strength, and will be his downfall. On the other hand, I am much more anonymous: slightly shorter than him, slim, I just go for runs with him early in the morning when I feel like it. My family is Italian, so I never had to pray for a beard to grow, since I was already shaving at 14. In the gay classification, I completely fit into the otter category, not that I boast about it, but Paul loves my Mediterranean colors, so I'm fine with it. We started dating when we were 16. Secretly, of course. Rumors about me being gay were already circulating, but I didn't understand the origin, since I didn't do anything to draw attention to myself, my only two friends were as straight as they come, and besides, I was born into a Catholic family, where certain things are taught to be hidden even before you're aware of them. Paul was also Catholic and we attended the same church. I was an altar boy, so we knew each other since we were kids. During mass, our eyes would meet, I caught him when he was distracted or about to fall asleep, so when he looked back, I smiled at him or pretended to admonish him, from my position as the incense bearer. So, seeing each other even outside of school, we got closer and closer, until we exchanged our first kiss in a cemetery, during our parish priest's funeral. From then on, we were a steady couple for the rest of high school, without anyone knowing about us. It was very difficult, frustrating, yet beautiful. There were other gay couples happily out in the open and no one cared much. We hid mainly out of fear of the reaction of our Catholic and super-conservative families. But after seven years, it seemed absurd to keep lying, so we came out to our parents, result: we ran away to a new city on the opposite side of the country, without a family, without a home, and without a job. Not knowing what to do, we turned to the Church. We got an audience with the only Catholic priest in the area, we told him the whole truth and that we were desperate. He promised us he would take care of us. Oh, he did. That meeting was the beginning of our end. God, if you exist, have mercy on our souls, and give me the courage to tell the story of my poor Paul, and of Father John.

Part 2 The two weeks went by slowly and I couldn't help but be antsy during that time. I tried to throw myself into work but working in a porn shop wasn't helping me at all. Seeing all the guys walking in and out of the video arcade and theater rooms looking all flushed and some walking a little lopsided made me so hard all the time and I always had a stream of pre cum running down my pants after each shift. I didn't jack off in the two weeks either because I know if I even touched my dick once I wouldn't want to stop so I saved all cum for the carnival. (Night before the carnival) I knew tonight there wasn't going to be much sleep to be had because my adrenaline was pumping and my cock was hard the whole night until I finally drifted off to sleep. (Day of the carnival) My alarm went off at 6am and I woke up with an exciting burst of energy ready to get the day started. I brushed my teeth and got my hole nice and clean and got dressed in a nice tight tank top baggy shorts and tennis shoes grabbed my bag and started to make my way to the carnival. I had a red convertible and with the weather as nice as it was I drove with the top down to enjoy it. I passed a few trucks on the highway and got some looks from the truckers on the way and they did nothing to calm the ericton I was sporting the whole drive there. It took me an hour until I started to see signs that I was getting close to my destination. There were signs that pointed to the carnival that read 2 miles to the carnival and as I passed each one getting closer I saw each one had a biohazard symbol surrounding the numbers until I finally got to the actual event. I saw that there were two lines one for day visitors and the other was for those who opted to stay on the property overnight so I got in the line for the overnight and waited to be let in. Once I got to the front of the line I was greeted by a stud of a man. He was easily 6ft 3 or taller with a deep muscled body and he was fully naked showing off his full tan and a cock that had me drooling. It looked like it had to be at least 7 inches long and thick as a can, his balls swung low and there wasn't a hair on his crotch or any other part of this perfectly sculpted man and I was finally out of the trance I was in when he snapped his fingers to get my attention. He smiled at me as I blushed and asked me my name, I gave him my name and he looked for it on the list and when he found it he pointed me to the garage where I could put my car and handed me my key for the room I was assigned with my 3 day parking pass so security would know I was staying. He said he hoped I would enjoy my stay and the carnival and he might see me out and about since he would be staying here here working and would be enjoying the carnival once his shift was over. He smiled at me and I smiled back and pulled forward to the garage and found a parking spot. Once I put my parking tag in the windshield and grabbed my bag I locked up my car and walked towards the entrance of the garage and was met again by another godly naked man greeting all the visitors and handing them maps and brouchures. I was stunned again by this man too, he was about 5 ft and he could easily be a porn model with how muscled he was and a swinging 8 inches between his legs and it didn't even look remotely hard yet. One thing that had me licking my lips as well he had an amazing prince Albert piercing swinging from the tip of his monster cock and a ladder as well running down the base and on hanging from his balls too. I got up to hime and thankfully this time I didn't have to be broken out of a trance when he greeted me. We echanged a few pleasantries and he asked me what room number I was going to be in and when I told him his eyes lit up because he said he was staying in the same room so it looked like we would be roommates for the next three days. His excitement made him grab me into a big bear hug and he gave me a big kiss on the lips before letting me go. I came down from the quick high and told him I'd see him later smiled and made my way to our room. Once I got to the room I saw how massive it was and that there was enough room here for it to almost be an apartment. There were statues of naked men as well as artwork all over the place and there was a kitchen, living space, bathroom, and two bedrooms to choose from. I looked I both rooms and saw there was my roomies stuff already in one so I unpacked what I brought in the other room and decided it was time for me to get ready for the festivities that were cumming. I took another shower to clean off the drive funk and did a little more clean out thanks to the the attached hose in the shower. It had a dildo shape for the top and I smiled as I basically fucked myself with it as I was cleaning out. When I was done I dried off and looked at the pamphlet I was given cumming in and saw that this carnival was mandatory nude so I put on my socks and shoes and saw there was a few bottles of sunscreen on the dresser and rubbed it all over myself. Once done I started to make my way to the shuttles that would be leading guests from the main estate to the carnival. There was about a dozen guys all waiting by the terminal and the mix of bodies all sitting around naked made me so hard as were they. every one of them were also sporting wood and openly stroking each other some even sucking as we all waited. A fellow twink walked up to me and asked if I would like to be sucked off and I politely told him no that I wanted to wait until later to make sure i had the most fun with everyone else. He smiled and went to look for another cock to suck and he was able to find a willing one easily enough. When the shuttle came everyone stopped what they were doing and got on board and were ready to be taken to the main event. I sat in the back next to the twink from earlier and saw he was sporting a very large hard cock about 9 inches and it looked even bigger with his thin frame and his hairless crotch. I reached over and started to stroke him and he bit his lip and moaned with pleasure. I kept going and kept changing my speed going faster then slower as I felt his climax approaching I stopped all together and loved the look of defeat on his cute face knowing I was not going to let him cum. I tortured him like this for about 15 mins and it was announced that we were at the gate for the carnival. We all stepped up to the gate and there was a gentleman standing at the door of the gate and there was a large screen hanging next to him. He was bude as the rest of us and the only way to know he was a worker here was the bowtie he was wearing around his neck. His body was just like the rest of the workers heavily muscular and another thick pierced cock he was un cut as well. He smiled as everyone got together and thanked all of us for joining the carnival and he explain that he had a message to play from our host. He held a remote up and hit play and a picture of a very sexy man appeared on screen. He was probably in his late 30s covered in tattoos and had the most beautiful cock swinging that I had ever seen even better than the hottest porn stars online. Every inch of him was muscled and I couldn't stop staring I was so amazed by him. Greetings to you all and welcome to my yearly carnival, I'm so happy to have so many in attendance to my event, I hope you all have the best time of your life with all the fun games rides and events more later on. I hope you take home fond memories and I know you all remember your permanent gift by the time you leave again thank you all for attending have a amazing time. With that the screen went dark and the young man controlling it smile again saying welcome to you all to the poz carnival. After he said that the gate slowly started to open and we were all amazed at what we were seeing. Stay tuned for more to cum

Quick hookup with a 23 yr that hit me up on the apps, I was in between meetings so I met him at his place, waited for me naked when he opened the door for me, stunning swimmer body, great cock, 8" and nicely thick! Yummy! we started kissing as he was undressing me, he was a passionate kisser as he was undressing me, touching my body everywhere until reaching my hole which was moist from the morning loads I took and puffy from all it took yesterday. He just looked at me and grinned. I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth as he started fucking my face and I held his ass firm getting him to shove it all the way till my nose was buried in his soft blond pubes. The he pulled out, lifted me back up and we went to the living room, he sat on the sofa and I continued sucking him and licking his balls, making my way to his hole till I got the signal to continue when he lifted his legs and presented a beautiful pink tight hole. i went to work and rimmed him like it was my last meal on earth and he was moaning so hard as I was tongue fucking him deep. Fuck he tasted so good! That got me super horny so I just climbed on top of him and sat on his rock hard cock, no lube, just little spit and my wet hole took him all the way to the root in one move. We were both groaning and that move switched on his primal side and he started fucking me hard! Pumping my hole in and out as I was matching his pace riding him. it was such a good fuck and he was hitting all the right spots till he got me to cum handsfree, causing my hole to tighten and milk him till he shot a HUGE load in me! we were both panting and kissing as I felt his cock go down and flopped out of my sloppy hole so I started licking my cum from his body and cleaning his cock from the cum residue he left in me and the loads I had in me mixed with my ass juices. I was still horny so I went back to his hole and rimmed him some more cause he was tasting so good and fresh and was opening up so nicely for my tongue so I went for it and added a finger, then two and he was still moaning. I decided to take my chance and got up to kiss him and lined my cock on his hole and started poking, he was moaning into my mouth and held my back so I took it as a sign and started pushing in, slowly till my big cockhead was in him. He gasped a bit and I gave him some time to adjust till he started signaling me push further in, I rocked my cock gently in and out till I had my 8" in him all the way, he was moaning and shaking with the pleasure and I started to pick up my pace. Soon after I was fully fucking him hard, and he was begging me to breed him as he held my ass and played with my hole till I was getting close and pumped my load in him and collapsed on top of him as we were making out. we were both covered in sweat and having that amazing post orgasmic feeling for a while till we had to get up and have a quick shower together. That was fun and now I can continue my meetings for the day and perhaps hunt for more loads. Oink!

Just wow. following the previous 2 encounters with Rob & Dean, they planned a third. We made the plans to meet and they made the details very vague, replying to my questions only with "don't worry how many arrives, prepare for a night of fun" so I did just that, around lunch I started prepping myself with saltwater cleanse and got my hole squeaky clean for anything it might be getting, and since my partner said he couldn't join us due to work, I got a load from him to pre-lube my hole, got an Uber and arrived to their place around 5pm. My only instructions were to arrive, let myself in, strip, get on my knees and were a blindfold that they prepared for me, then someone will come and take me to the play area. So I did just that, I entered and was alone, stripped, on my knees, put on the blindfold and waited till I heard footsteps coming towards me, no words were spoken and I was just lifted by 2 men and was carried downstairs, i started hearing voices, men talking and cheering as I was brought to the room till I was placed on a sling, had my hand and legs tied and then I heard Rob announce: "this slut is here for us to use, he can take it all so have fun". my cock shot up and I was almost shivering from the excitement, not knowing how many men are going to use me or how lol. they suddenly all went silence and I heard them getting closer till I felt the warmth of bodies standing next to me. then I felt hand all over me, face, body, cock, ass, I was touched everywhere, like I was being explored till someone strayed probing my hole with fingers, feeling the wetness inside me and asked "how many loads you got slut?" I answered that just the 1 and in desperate need for more! "don't worry, you'll have a cunt full of loads you'll be leaking for a week after we're done with you!" then it began, poppers were placed in my nose and I inhaled about 10 huffs they gave me before it was taken and a cock was shoved in my mouth while another was pushing in my hole, first it was just a tease to with the cockhead but then it went all the way till I felt the pubes on my skin. Game on! This started the rough fucking my hole while I was sucking all the cock I was given, till the guy fucking me announced he was going to load me and I felt him buried deep in me and shooting a super hot load in me. then, it was blur, one by one I was fucked by all the men there, I loss count but each and every one of them fucked hard, had nice cocks ranging from normal to enormous till I felt a familiar cock and heard my partner saying "you didn't think I'd miss an opportunity to see you getting used by over 20 men?" Wow! Knowing how many men are there and having my partner there with me got me into overdrive and I just begged them to use me hard! My partner kept plowing me and showing the rest how hard I can take his 11" thick monster before he shot his load and then he was replaced by Rob's 11" equal that was fucking my hole just as hard. 20 something loads later they were done with round 1 and was taken off the sling to a mattress, where I was instructed to sit on an cock that was laying there and I began riding him with my sloppy cummy hole, it felt amazing and soon after I felt a second cock pushing into my hole and so a double penetration session began, fucked by 2 at a time by all of them, changing all sort of combinations while sucking the cocks to clean, tasting the cum and my ass juices till Dean was giving me his cock, asked if I was thirsty and I knew exactly what he mean, I nodded yes and immediately started feeling a warm stream of piss in my mouth, while I was still being fuck hard! It was a bit hard not to spill a drop but I managed and then quickly replaced by another giving me another piss load! I was in piggy heaven!!! When they all finished fucking my hole like that and coming a second load in my gaping hole I was laid on my back on the mattress with my legs up and then I felt someone starting to piss on my hole before shoving it in me continuing to fill me with piss before he started fucking me hard while I felt piss started to drench me from the men standing next to us, pissing all over me. when the guys pulled out from my hole it was replaced by a hand that slid right in, my hole was already so opened and slick with more than 40 loads + piss load that I just felt it all sloshing in me while the fist was playing with it. poppers were placed in my nose again and a fist session began, I was drenched in piss, smelling like cum and sweat and I was loving it, the energy in the room was mesmerizing and I couldn't stop. it went on for a while and I was fisted, fucked and loaded more and more by all the men there, from time to time I heard my partner commenting on what a good slut I am, Rob and Dean the hosts that kept edging me on to take all the men that they invited, calling me a cumdump whore that will take any cock all I could do is moan like a bitch around the cock that was filling my mouth to clean. this entire session went on for hours and hours, I was fucked in any position, back on the sling, spit roasted on all 4, on a fuck bench, even in the air as I was held by a bull of a man with a beautiful cock, must've been 10" and then another was pushing in, they were double fucking me like I was just a piece of meat and I was loving it! then they began to leave, after dumping their load in me I could hear them saying goodbye to the hosts, thanking my partner all while disregarding me which only turned me on even more. Suddenly the blindfold was taken off and I saw my partner, rob and dean standing next to me smiling and still hard and telling me I took total of 31 men tonight, 102 loads that was marked on a board after every load that was dumped in my cunt, no to mention the 3 loads that I shot handsfree while I was pounded by all the men. heaven! they wanted one last load so I was placed in the sling, my hole was just leaking cum and basically a completed mess as they fucked me hard and fast, dumping their loads in me, then giving it to me to clean and when they were done, I was plugged by a huge plug to keep it all in, I could feel the cum sloshing in me as I stood up and we went to take a quick shower all of us together. I just put on my jock and kissed them all goodbye, thanking them for a wonderful time as my partner walked me to our car and we drove home, that was when I looked at the clock and it was 6am! I was being used for 12 hours straight and it was just fucking amazing. when we got home we went straight up to our bedroom, I stripped and crashed on the bed with my partner telling me how proud he is of me taking it all, seeing how happy I was during the session. We kissed and I just fell asleep in his arms, I was exhausted. a happy piggy, cum filled, ruined hole. To sum it all up: 31 men 105 loads Till next time 😉

Two days after I had planted the seeds of my father’s downfall, literally planted with my cock in his ass, I sat talking to John who had put on 15 pounds since the start of his drug trial and looked healthier than he had in years. “I want to continue my plan but I when I find gays like my dad betraying people just like themselves for power and wealth I am going to do my best to destroy them as thoroughly as I'm destroying my dad. I just can’t forgive that” “A lot of them have to hide who they are. Even you are hiding who you are” John said trying to mollify me “I am only doing that to bring them down” I said “I’m not actively working to make the lives of every gay person worse” He could not argue with that I went into Grandpa's office, my office now I guess and called Brad Guthrie, Grandpa’s best friend and the state leader of the L Party since Grandpa retired from politics fifteen years ago. He picked up immediately “So is this John or little Eliot? The caller ID says Eliot Jordan but he’s been dead for two years now” came the voice from the receiver “It’s Eliot Mr. Guthrie” I said “Though I’m not so little any more. I’m 18 now” “Oh God” He said “Is it about John? I know he’s been sick and I know why” Mr. Guthrie said in a frightened tone. Mr. Guthrie always knew everything about everybody and besides, he and John were close “No, no! He’s fine! More than fine actually!” I said telling him about the drug trial and John’s rapid improvement “Oh thank God!” Mr. Guthrie said and I could hear the genuine emotion in his voice. “Mr. Guthrie, John and I are together now, we are lovers” I said “it happened for the first time on my 18the birthday so there was nothing illegal on John’s part! Please don’t ever think that!” I didn’t hear recriminations or accusations all he said was “If it makes you both happy then I am glad but why are you telling me this?” “Because soon you are going to hear that I joined the R Party and that I’m working on the campaign of my Dad’s Primary opponent and I want you to believe me when I tell you why” Mr. Guthrie was a political genius and he said “You are doing it because Al Kelper would be far easier for the L Party to defeat than your dad would. You are also letting me know so we can put up a serious fight this time. You working against your father publicly within the R Party might just sway things enough. It would be better if we had something concrete on your dad though” “Like pictures of him sucking four different brown skinned cocks?” I blurted out shocked that he figured out that part of my plan that quickly There was silence on the other end of the line and then “You are not serious! Billy Mathas is gay? And with Hispanic men? It’s just not possible!” “I have the pictures and I personally talked to the men” I said keeping the rest of it to myself “I’m going to have an investigative reporter friend contact you. We can time this to come out a week before the primary… of course you and I never discussed this and this phone call never happened, right?” At this point I want to take a step back and say that in our state and particularly our county if you looked at the methods of the R Party and the L Party you probably could not have told them apart. It was what they did once they won that made all the difference. Enough said “What phone call?” I said “Keep me posted El” Mr. Guthrie said and hung up That afternoon I drove to Al Kelper’s campaign headquarters that doubled as his development company's office. I went in the front door and lets just say it was not a beehive of activity. There was no one there. Through an open door I could hear someone moving around so I poked my head through. Al Kelper himself sat going over some papers he looked up and I thought I saw surprise on his face Al Kelper was a man about 40ish, jock type still in shape, blond hair, green eyes nice even features “Hi Mr Kelper I’m…” I started “Oh I know who you are. There is only one person you could be looking so much like your father but with your mother’s hair. You are Eliot Mathas. It’s nice to meet you Eliot “ He said and stood holding out his hand his eyes roaming up and down me and seeming to linger on my crotch I shook the proffered hand and then sat as he indicated a chair and sat back behind his desk “What can I do for you Eliot?” He asked “Well Mr Kelper, as you may know I inherited a lot of money from my Grandfather so I will never have to work. I have decided to dedicate my life to public service and I would like to start by working on your campaign” I said trying to sound a bit nervous He laughed “Billy Mathat’s son working on my campaign. Won’t that get them talking? Oh and call me Al. I always heard you two didn’t get along but this goes above and beyond” “Yeah I pretty much hate the scumbag” I said “I worked for him in the County offices for years and scumbag about covers it. I mean we all make deals that may not be on the up ad up but he doesn’t even try to hide it anymore. People are going to figure out what is really going on!” Al said confirming he was just as big a scumbag he was just more subtle “So can I help out?’ I asked Al looked at me for a minute then rose and went out the door. I could hear him locking the front door and lowering the shades then he came back and sat on the corner of his desk just a few feet from me “I can think of a lot of ways you can help me Eliot” he said and looked directly at my crotch “It looks like your hair isn’t the biggest difference between you two” Was everyone in the R Party secretly gay? Sighing to myself I smiled and stood unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out “You mean this?” I asked and he nodded his eyes locked on my “fresh” young meat “Get on your knees and suck it Al” I said firmly He dropped to his knees with a “Yes Sir!” and dived onto my cock sucking like a starving man. He was good I will admit he had me rock hard in less than a minute then kept me on the edge for so long that when I finally came I saw stars He stood and without me even telling him too he dropped his pants and bent over his desk, The nice thing about R Party guys is they have never even heard of safe sex so I just bent my knees a little and rammed in balls deep. He loved it. I fucked him for over an hour breeding him three times. I made him suck my cock clean then we straightened up the office. When we got back out to the front door and he pulled up the shade two faces looking like younger versions of Al stood there peering in. As Al opened the door one said “You only close up for one reason during the day so we didn’t bother knocking. This one looks worth it. How much did he cost you?” Al flushed but tried to cover “This is Eliot Mathas, Billy Mathas’ son. Eliot these are my twins Calvin and Salvador” “Cal and Sal” They said together “Nice to meet you” I said shaking hands “How much should I have charged him?” I asked with a wicked grin “That depends on who fucked who” Cal said. “I fucked him: I said watching Al turn so red he looked like a blond strawberry $200 at the minimum then probably more” the Sal quipped “Can we not talk about his on the sidewalk?" Al hissed and we all troupe back into the office I liked the twins and from the eyerolls they gave their dad when he said something particularly regressive and a few not so R Party phrases they dripped I got the feeling we might be of similar minds. They had a better relationship with their dad than I did obviously but they did not miss a chance to needle him. He didn’t like it but he never complained. Something was odd here but I had to get home. I had a date with John! The old theater down town. The one that hadn’t been redecorated since Art Deco was in style was screening “The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert” and we both wanted to see it. It had come out in Australia last year and was just making it’s way to independent theaters in the States now. The lights dimmed and the curtain [pulled back to reveal the white screen hanging above the stage. The movie started and the story of three drag queens played out and I had a huge boy crush on Adam by the end. It was the first time John and I had been out as a couple. The first time he had been healthy enough. We held hands in the dark and even gave a quick kiss to each other as the movie progressed. He nudged me and pointed out another gay couple doing the same in front of us and I smiled. As the movie came to an end we made our way toward the exit and the couple in front of us went the same way. When we stepped into the isle they turned and we came face to face with Cal and Sal After a moment of shock Sal said “There is an all night diner across the street why don’t we go talk?” The diner was attached to the bus station and was done in the same style as the theater. We took the big corner booth and I introduced my “Uncle John" “Oh we know John” Cal said “He used to date our uncle Greg though we were not supposed to know they were dating” “How is Greg?” John asked “He’s great! He’s on that new drug trial and it’s a miracle! I thought he would have passed by now but he just keeps getting better and better!!” Sal said happily “So is John!” I said excitedly “I thought the same about him. Thank God I have not lost him!” And I grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips kissing his palm, then blushed realizing I had revealed to much “Uncle John huh?” Cal said “You were in that theater kissing your twin brother” I shot back “I don’t think you have much room to talk. Besides, John is not blood related! He just raised me! Oh! That sounded so wrong!” All four of us laughed. I looked at John and he nodded and I knew he trusted these two. We needed friends to keep us sane. So I opened up to them trusting my gut. I told them everything over pancakes and milkshakes. I told them my plan and how far I had gone to make sure I could make it stick. I told them what I had done to my dad and then what I had done to theirs To my surprise they didn’t even blink “If he hasn't caught it already from some call boy he would have sooner or later” Cal said. “One of the things he wants to run on is cutting funding for the drug study that is keeping our uncles alive despite knowing it would kill his own brother. Don't worry. It’s an empty threat because the funding is federal but still. If you want some advice. If you are going to continue fucking our dad to further your plan insist on playing safe from now on. You don’t know what you might catch from him” Then they excused themselves and went to the bathroom together coming back a couple minutes later one sitting next to me and the other scooting aground to sit next to John They each leaned closer to us kissing us gently, then Call said “We want to help and we want you to infect us so we can REALLY help" *************************************************** Next Chapter: A Double Infection Injection Let me know what you think! Scanbu

OK, so I figured since I had transported several more patients who were AIDs sick to the medical facility, I always try to make the ride to and from a pleasurable experience for us both. My thoughts always turn back to my patient Ken, and the fun we had that day, and the fact that I was able to have sex with him in the back of my medic unit ambulance was high on my excitement list. My partner is still unknowing of my adventure. I know he always relieved when I volunteer to be the one who is in the patient care positing on those incidents. So, since I had met a lot of the nursing staff that work in this Hospice Center, I was able to get a part time job working as a Tech on my days off. Doing this, I would get to give bed baths, empty urinals, draw bloods and start IVs on all of the hospice patients. Some of these guys I would attend too, they would try to scare me by flashing me their cocks and reach out to rub my butt through my scrub pants. Of course I would always call their bluff which usually would shut t hem down. One guy, Paul was in his final days of Hospice, and was bold in telling me about his ability to "take care of business" with his lovers over the years, prior to getting ill. He would say how most of his lovers, couldn't handle his cock, since he could have multiple orgasms and had a quick recovery and could keep going. He always thought I was straight, and thought he would shock me. I surprised him one day while I was bathing him in his bed, I was giving his cock and balls a nice washing. He was beginning to get hard in my hand, and I could tell he was pretty hung. He said, well, it looks like his anaconda has taken an interest in me and is coming alive to greet me. I said well, I guess I should be polite and get acquainted, so I leaned down to take a close look, took his cock into my hand around the base, and said... "good morning, so you do have some life left in you, and I hear you had a busy life when you were in your prime". I guess this surprised him because his cock twitched some, and began to grow harder. He had a drop of precum appear at the tip so I said, well, it looks like his anaconda is drooling a little at the mouth. He said that it obviously liked what it saw, so I leaned down and licked the tip slowly and it was a string of the precum on my lips as I pulled back giving him a nice show. I was about 10 - 12" away from his cock, and the thick string just kept clinging to my tongue and lips. I looked up at him and just smiled and he let out a soft moan. I then moved my mouth to his cock again and opened my mouth and put about 4" into my mouth before I closed my mouth around him. I began to move my head up and down his shaft a few times, and could tell his precum went into over drive and I had an easy 2-3 Tablespoons of it in my mouth. I preceded to try to keep him deep into m y mouth and I could feel his cock growing harder and longer as it kept growing deeper into my throat. I saw that I was leaking precum now too, and it began to leak through my scrub pants, and I knew I would have to pour some wash water on the front to cover it up from the other nurses. He told me it was the best blow job he had ever had and he was going to cum soon. I stopped sucking him and rolled him onto his side, I had already drawn the curtain and the door was pulled to so if anyone was to open the door, I would have time to straightened up before being caught. I looked him in the eye and told him to fuck me, and I lowered my scrubs and backed my ass up to him. He told me he wanted to fuck me ever since he saw me, and would fantasize about me as he would jerk off. I told him to save up his loads and I will let him fuck me when I could be available. He pushed into me and was only able to last about 30 seconds and the came in me. I stayed still as I worked my ass muscles to get every drop. When he finished, I turned around and put him back in my mouth to finish cleaning him off, the I wiped him with the wash cloth. This was about 9 AM and I told him I would be back around lunchtime. As promised, when I went in at lunch, he smiled and threw back his sheet to show me that his cock was hard again, so I turned and closed the door, pulled the sheet and went to suck him and get another breeding session from him. I am turning into a whore.

Part 1 At 18 I heard rumors about a place that catered to poz men and those who were chasing and I never thought it was real. There was a rumor about what guys refered to as a poz carnival and it came around only once a year. It was rumored to be held at a lavish estate owned by the wealthiest man in the town who was rumored to be a poz sex addict and he always opened his doors to those who were poz and who wished to be so he came up with the idea of the poz carnival. Thankfully his estate was deep in the woods so there was no chance of anyone imputing on the festivities and every thing was kept on the hush so that there was no worries about women and children would know about it either just the men who wanted a re charge and those who wanted to be in the life and start the best way possible. I was never sexually active a part from learning to masturbate from porn and the ocasinal finger and objects up my ass so I was inexperienced in the Cummings and goings of sex so to speak. At 18 I stood at 5ft 9 I was your average red headed twink with long bright red hair that was long down to my ass and was kept into a ponytail. My slim body came from the years of just running in my neighborhood and of course I had freckles all over my pale skin. I have been mistaken as a girl so many times growing up and people were shocked when they heard my deep voice to tell the I was a guy and they responded that they were sorry they just assumed with my thin body and my very plump ass that they were going to be with a sexy girl. It turned me on that guys found me sexy even if they got spooked that I turned out to be a guy. I looked online on the few sites only for gay men and found some pictures of the carnival from pas years and was surprised at what I saw. It looked like a normal carnival with games rides food ECT but as expected all I saw on there were gay men of all types walking around naked. There wasn't any kind of man excluded from the carnival so basically if you were old enough to attend and had a cock you were in. There was a link at the top of the photos that read sign up and a link so I clicked the link and was taken to a reservation page for anyone to sign up for the carnival. It read that there was no cost required for it but you did have to show what your status was and attach a recent test result as well. I was getting excited and was breathing heavily because I just got my recent test results back today and it showed negative so I quickly filled out the form to attend and as I read through the form before hitting submit there was a part at the bottom stating that if you were serious about attending that all rules were to be followed and that anyone who was attending and was neg will be 100 percent poz upon leaving. I filled everything out and submitted my results and almost instantly got a response in my email confirming that I would be allowed there and got the time and date for the carnival. It said that it would be in 2 weeks and that it would go on for three days so if I wanted to attend the full three days to bring anything I needed and that there would be accomodations for ones who wanted to stay. I was so excited at this point that my body was shaking and I had to sit there and breath before my body finally calmed down. Another email was sent to me and when I opened it there was a map of the layout for the carnival where the rides and games were going to be as well as some detailed pictures of some of the rides and there was a few marked spots on the map. Those spots had a red biohazard symbol on them and they were designated sex spots if some guys wanted to have some privacy for sex. I looked at some of the pictures of the rides and saw what you would normaly see at a carnival, you had your ferris wheel, spinning rides, a few small coasters, drop rides and I looked closer at them and saw a that any of the seats or spots for a rider to be that they each had a fairly large dildo on them. There was a caption at the bottom of the pictures saying that the riders will have them in their asses wither they are a top or bottom when riding the rides and that made me harder than ever. I looked for a while longer but then decided to head to bed with the thoughts of excitement to cum.

On the road till Saturday this week and met an older guy at the cheapest motel in a truck stop town. My job got postponed for the day so I headed down to the poolside and we struck it up. Divorced from a guy, but wants to keep the ring and resize it for a different finger. Big southern accent, very nice ass, and absolutely hilarious to hang out with. He invited me up to his room for a beer and was pretty forward about play. I dont usually go for older guys (mostly low self confidence) but he got me out of my swimtrunks and down his throat so fast I didnt have a chance to protest. Very experienced deepthroat that had me dripping. Very verbal too. He told me to 'wait here son' and came back from the bathroom with the hotel hand lotion and I sort of figured what he wanted to do, but he didnt seem to care and just said 'lemme crank that hog.' He was buttering me up, telling me I had a real horsecock, working my balls and saying 'I bet you fuck reeeeeeal good doncha' had me right at the edge just before he lubed himself up and hopped onto the edge of the bed on his hands and knees. 'Go on now. Dont be shy, get that dick up on in' and I was sort of hesitant since I didnt know his status but he was fingering a real nice bubble ass. I didnt last long at all and he didnt seem to mind me blowing my load so fast. I started to get up but he told me 'Just hang around a little I know ya got more in there. Put it back in when ya want. I got all day to drain that fuckin' hog.' We talked a little more, and I asked his status but he said he didn't keep track, so I was getting a little nervous but he noticed it got me a little hard when he talked about it and just kept going on about how good my dick felt. Round 2 came pretty quick. ' lemme milk that hog right, now...' And his legs were up. I lasted a while longer and pulled out just long enough for him to worry I guess. 'Your nuts look tight dont make a mess now just keep going, I want it.' His fingertips were tugging me back, so I gave a few more pumps and he seemed pretty happy to see me dump another load We fucked maybe four or five times.

I stared at them in disbelief “You can’t be serious” I said though the idea already had me half hard. “We can be and we are” Cal said “We don’t think you realize the potential of your own idea. The reason the R Party is so successful getting people to hate people with HIV is because they ‘Other’ them” “It’s not us good wholesome people who have this disease it’s those other people, why should we help them?” he continued making air quotes “What if we can change that?” Sal asked “What if we can spread it so far in the R party that they have to support AIDS research because they have to save themselves? I know you want to go after the hidden gays in the party but when they fall the Party will just out them and “Other” them right along with the rest of us. We don't need to get the gat ones. We need to get the straight ones!" “How would we do that?” I asked rock hard now “You have never been a part of the Party or seen the PARTIES they throw. You have never seen so many people stoned out of their minds so badly you could fuck them and they would not even know the next day. Three poz boys could infect hundreds in just a few years and anyone who does remember will keep quiet because you know how folks in the R party like to blame the victim” “You working on Dad’s campaign and being your father’s son will get your foot in the door. You being young and rich will do the rest, You will get invited to every party in the state just so they can see if they can rip you off and siphon some of that money away. We already get invited for pretty much the same reason” Cal continued “They invite you to try to get your Dad’s money?” I asked confused “It’s not Dad’s money” they said in unison “It’s ours” “Our grandfather did pretty much the same thing yours did” Cal said “Dad has to be very careful about using our money it has to be well invested and it has to make good returns. He invested some in his own company and he has had to take out loans to make sure that money earns us enough to justify it otherwise there will be an investigation. He’s actually breaking the rules and the lawyer who is supposed to be protecting us slipped up and let him. Dad doesn’t know we know any of this but he’s nice to us just in case we ever find out. That's why we get away with so much. We could shut him down and maybe even put him in jail if we wanted” “How did you find out?: I asked “When we turned 18 we were contacted by a second lawyer Grandpa had retained without telling Dad to make sure that we found out everything incase Dad got to the first lawyer which he did. He helped us confront the first lawyer who fessed up but claims it was a mistake. The good thing is Dad only had access to about 10% of our money so even if he looses it all it won’t hurt that much” they explained “So basically you could destroy your Dad at any time?” I asked Sal looked pained “We would rather not openly do it ourselves so you are doing us a favor with your current plan” he said I nodded “Amy way.” Sal said “We know the party scene. We know who would be most effective to infect and we know what their distractions of choice are. Like we said we want in, The thought of giving those pompous, self righteous bastards what they deserve along with breeding some fine straight boy asses is just too good to resist” “So when do you want us to infect you?” I asked “Is tonight to soon?” Cal asked They followed us home and soon we were all naked in my king sized bed The twins had smooth bodies and… well… twin sized eight inch cocks so alike you could not tell them apart Sal took off his glasses which was the only way I knew which was which “I want to watch John fuck you each first I said and with their permission I set up the camera John was still very thin and obviously sick though he looked leaps and bounds better than four months ago. It was so hot to watch these two beautiful blond boys service him one sucking his cock and the other sucking those huge virus producing balls of his as he moaned “Worship that AIDS cock boys suck those balls that are full of virus to infect your pretty neg holes” He laid one f the twins on his back and slid on top of him while the other got on the bed on hands and knees and John’s bony fingers rammed up his ass twisting and tearing his hole as he made out with his brother rubbing their cocks together After about 10 minutes of rough fingering now with four fingers in and twisting the twins switched places this time John raised the legs to his shoulders and sank that death stick directly into the abused hole while he give his brother the same finger treatment John began to slide in and out of the twin beneath him fucking with a steady motion and I watched whichever twin it was as his face took on a look of pure bliss. “John just might be the best top in the world” I thought “Im a lucky boy” “It’s time Boy” John said “Time for my nasty charged cum to change your life. Cum for me as you accept my gift of HIV” the twin groaned and shot without touching himself, the spasming of his hole sending John over the edge, making his cock twitch and spew virus and cum deep inside the willing vessel They lay kissing as they both caught their breath and then John pulled out, still rock hard and mouthed the other twin from behind taking his raw hole in one stroke as I took his place between the first twins legs slamming my ten inches of highly infectious meat in balls deep. I heard John whispering his evil words in his new victims ear as we both slid in and out of perfectly alike asses “I just gave your brother my HIV boy and now it’s your turn. My big death shaft feels so good in your pretty neg boy hole’ I’m going to take that from you, that negative status just like I took it from your brother. You will both be mine for the rest of your lives because it will be my virus raging through your veins. You were both born for no other purpose than to be living testaments to the power of my virus and my cock and I’m giving that virus to you NOW!” he growled That may be the only time in history four orgasms happen at the exact same instant in the same bed as We both bred our twins and our twins shot maybe their last truly neg loads. John and I switched places though he and the first twin just made out as I made quick work of adding my highly toxic load to his brother then we all collapsed and fell asleep walking in a tangled mass of arms and legs about noon. We fucked for the next couple days and I got some nice tapes of the twins fucking each other. All and all It was one of the best weekends of my life The twins were regular visitors and fuck buddies from then on even after they tested poz three months later and remain out best friends to this day. Dad’s story hit the papers right on time and he lost the primary in a landslide which started a long decline for him. The last I heard he was living in a trailer park down in Florida on welfare and using every public service available. He was lucky the R Party quashed the investigations into his dealings as County Commissioner but they couldn’t stop Jose and his three fellow former house staff members from taking most of dad's money and his gated community house in the sexual harassment settlement. They chose to live there much to the discomfort of the neighbors who had had no problem with them living there as servants but had big problems with them living there as neighbors. People are so funny aren’t they? I had taken a restraining order out against dad the week after I infected him and whenever I get mail from him I burn it without reading it. The L party did not have a primary because they only had one candidate. A woman named Phyllis Cornwall who had been Mayor of the large city in our county for twelve years before voluntarily tern limiting herself and helping her hand picked successor win her spot. 65% of the people in the county lived in the city and she was popular there. She stood a fair chance of winning all on her own She had also been a frequent visitor to the house and my Grandfather I always called her Auntie Phyllis Al Kelper managed his own downfall through inattention with a little help from me. He had a closed door presentation looking for investments in his development company but one of the potential “Investors” was Mr. Guthrie's investigative reporter friend I slipped in by “accident”. Oops! All the others were hard core R Party members sitting closer to the front with avid interest There was a vibrant smaller “town” north of the city called Bakers Valley . It was actually an unincorporated area that had grown around a large 1950s development and was 90% minority. It had the lowest crime rate of any area of the county but you would never know that from the R Party rhetoric Al stood up front blinded by the light of the slide projector so he didn’t see me slip my friend in with a camera crew as they set up in the back of the room and I took my seat up front/ Al never saw me move. “This is Baker’s Valley, you all know it” Al said and there were a few grunts and even a racial slur or two. “I have a friend up in the Transportation Department who is handling the coming Interstate Bypass. They had two potential routes and another slide came up showing one route through the center of Baker’s Valley and another just to the west with an exit there which would raise the property values tremendously nearby “Now, Transportation chose the route to the West” and there were many murmurs of disappointment “BUT my friend in going to “accidentally” send the wrong plan and not discover the "mistake" till we have time to buy up all the houses in Baker’s Valley using “Expropriation” They won’t have a choice but to sell! Of course we will give them fair market value for their homes” He said with a wink and there were several snickers from around the room. "Then once the county has them all the “mistake” will be discovered and my development company and it’s investors can buy the land from the county at a bargain price! We can tear down the houses and build a new gated community and shopping areas! We get rid of the sp**ks and ni***rs , break up that voting block and make a fortune in the process!" I heard he door shut quietly as the reporter and the camera crew left and smiled, Several “Investors” were so excited they wrote Al’s company checks on the spot. The lucky ones didn’t. Four days later all three local network stations ran a news special all playing the entirety of Al Kelper's presentation in place of the six o'clock news The lucky ones who had not written checks were all interviewed for TV and it was funny watching them all lie and say how shocked they had been by this dubious plan however none of them could answer that one question “If you were so shocked why didn’t you go to the police?” There was one exception. After the presentation and noting in my mind who had written checks I quietly told Al I could no longer work for his campaign because my Uncle John was sick. He said he understood. I drove directly to the local police station and when they heard my story they called in the F.B.I. so I was covered. I didn’t mention the news crew though. How was I to know? As I said the lucky ones didn’t write checks. They just had their political and work careers destroyed. The ones who did write checks were all arrested along with Al and most are still in prison A few days later I git a call from Auntie Phyllis “It’s always an easy win when you run unopposed” She said “You are welcome: I said The R Party has still not recovered in my county almost thirty years later, No on here trusts them. I wonder why The twins said the would miss their father when he got arrested but we celebrated anyway because that same day they bot got their positive test results. We spent another weekend in a free for all “Fuck a Twin” frenzy and plotted our next moves ************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: So many men so little time Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Totally agree with @Spunkinmyarse. Stroking your cock, masturbating, says: "I am a top and I want my cock sucked or I want an ass to fuck." So, in Berlin, at most of the sex clubs and saunas, like in many other parts of the world here's the code: - Playing with your cock while standing means you are a top and looking to fuck or get sucked - Playing with your cock while sitting on lower benches, means you are a cocksucker and may entertain someone else sucking your cock, but you prefer oral. If you sit on higher benches, you are looking to get your cock sucked, and possibly fuck if you feel like. - Being in a sling with your legs up means you are there to be fucked or fisted. - Playing with your hard cock whilst in the sling, sends a mixed message, but mostly that you are looking to get sucked, rimmed and possibly fucked. Depends on your looks and how others see you. - Bent over a table, on your fours, in a fuckbox, etc... It means mostly that you are looking to get fucked. Sometimes, a rimmer or a fister will try out your hole, but the message is super clear: your ass is the centre of attention. - Waking around wanking, again send mostly top vibes. But, best if you wanna get fucked, is to make sure your ass is visible to the men around and not your cock. At Bull, Lab and other fine establishments in the city I bend over or on my fours and I don't touch my cock. I usually get someone to fuck me in less than a minute. You can wear a jockstrap but don't buy a red one if you are not into being fisted. Red is understood to stand for wanting your hole fisted, whilst Yellow jockstrap, well, you are into being pissed on, in or combinations of above. A white jockstrap is the best as most men will get that you are a bottom. A black jockstrap sends mixed message that you are vers and looking to fuck and get fucked. An LED jockstrap, well, that means that you are high as a kite and don't care what's going on. An orange jockstrap means you are on chems and most likely a bottom who can't get hard. Some men are put off, some will love it. A leather band on your right arm or wrist means you are a bottom. On the left, you are a top. Your entry bracelet doubles as an armband, so when the scruffy guy from Lab puts the bracelet on your wrist, make sure you know what you are and want. At Bull, Lab, Scheune, NewA, BBubben, Mutschmann's just get on your fours or bend over and you'll get a cock in your ass in no time. One more thing: Make sure your hole is loose before bending over or jumping in the sling. Most men will just shove their hard cock in you, expecting to take it all in one go. There is little room for romance and patience in a sex club. So stop touching that big dick of yours, cover it up, get some poppers and open up your butt cheeks so I can see your hole. I may be a cumdump, but love nothing more than burrying my tongue in a loose hole, with some cum spilling down your legs, and then shoving my cock inside and flooding your guts. I love the feeling of cum dripping down from my own hole whilst my cock churns the cum inside your ass....

Chapter 2: Father John We met Father John a few days after our arrival in the new city. We settled into a bed & breakfast that was draining our last savings, we were alone, and we didn't know what to do. Despite our sexuality, we had always been very religious, so it was natural for us to seek comfort and concrete help in the only Catholic church in the area. We went to Mass one Sunday morning, and to our surprise, we noticed that there weren't many people. As soon as we crossed the threshold, we felt the gaze of the few faithful all on us. It was no wonder, two strangers in such a confined environment stand out immediately. We tried to keep a low profile and sat in the back pew. It was incredible how they continued to stare at us unabashedly, especially the men: the few women were next to what I believe were their husbands or fathers, keeping their heads down. The men, however, stared at us intently, some with curiosity, others with amazement, still others with disdain, to the point where I thought they had immediately realized that Paul and I were together. I felt uncomfortable, as if we had crashed a secret club that didn't want us there. I tried to hold their inquisitive gaze, and then I noticed something that sent shivers down my spine: the men all seemed like they were veterans of a war or a rave party, they were pale, with sunken faces, glossy eyes, so much so that at first I thought I was at a funeral. They all seemed old, even though some were not. Fortunately, the staring contest was interrupted by the sound of a bell, and we all stood up for the arrival of the priest. The singing began, and the altar boys came out from a door with the priest following. Even the altar boys seemed strange, they were adults, or so it seemed to me, and they too had a sad and emaciated appearance. They seemed to drag themselves wearily to the altar. The priest, on the other hand, was in great shape, a handsome man in his 60s, taller than Paul, broad-shouldered, I couldn't see much of his body because the robe covered him, but you could tell he was muscular. He had cold, blue eyes, perfectly combed white hair with a part on the side, and he sang too, smiling. He passed us by and immediately noticed us. At that moment, he stopped singing, gave me a quick glance, and then moved on to Paul. He smiled at him, showing his very white teeth, and motioned for us to sit further forward, then went toward the altar. Paul stood up immediately and obeyed, I followed reluctantly, preferring to stay secluded. I took his hand, but he moved it away nervously. Given the reception of the faithful, it was indeed better not to attract too much attention. Once seated, the priest began his homily. He was very emphatic, knew how to modulate his voice well, he seemed like a soap opera actor, or one of those motivational speakers who make you quit your job and invest everything in cryptocurrency. In short, he didn't make a good impression on me. And yet you could see that everyone hung on his words, finally the men and the few women present seemed happy to be there. I whispered to Paul, "Certainly it's different here..." "What do you mean?" "Have you looked around? These people seem like they stepped out of a Tim Burton movie!" Paul stifled a laugh. "True! But if we're so few, we can't make enemies. This is our new community, they might lend us a hand." "Yeah, probably if you ask them for a hand they'll tear it off their arm." "What an idiot! And stop making me laugh, the priest is speaking." Father John glared at us, then melted into a smile as charming as it was unsettling. From the pulpit, he began his reading: "From Matthew 16:21-27 From that time on Jesus began to explain to his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem and suffer many things at the hands of the elders, the chief priests and the teachers of the law, and that he must be k1lled and on the third day be raised to life. Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it. What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul? For the Son of Man is going to come in his Father’s glory with his angels, and then he will reward each person according to what they have done.” Upon hearing those words, and the way Father John pronounced them, slowly, with his warm and deep voice, I understood why everyone looked at him with such admiration: he was very charismatic, I couldn't stop looking at him either, yet there was something false about him. "Paul, this is the moment when – " “Jesus predicts his death,” Paul replied, moved, still gazing at Father John.

I want to tell you all about the past week I have had... Monday: I had the day off from work and woke up with a fucking hard on from hell. I was fucking horny... so horny that I couldn't even think, my animal brain kicked in and I just needed to fuck. I got on the usual sites, looking for any slut who would take my load. I got a message on Grindr from a guy I had chatted with before but had never hooked up with. We were both horny and decided to meet up, good thing was he was only about a mile from my place. Before I went over he told me one thing, his fiancée was home and fast asleep. He was fucking hot. Short, cubbish guy with a blonde beard. He snuck me into their guest bedroom, he told me his fiancée worked the night shift and slept in until 2p, so we had to be quiet and quick. We each got our clothes off and he started sucking on my already hard dick, he had a deep throat and was able to swallow me whole no problem. I put him up on the bed and started to eat his pussy, it was pink and had some light blonde fuzz, his hole tasted sweet. I flipped him over on his back and I slid my cock inside, his eyes widened and he stared at me with this look of surprise, I don't think he was expecting my cock to stretch him out that much. We fucked for about 20 mins, I pounded him deep and he was trying hard to not wake up his fiancée with his moans. I was getting close and whispered to him "I'm gonna make you mine, your pussy belongs to me now" that drove him wild and within a few more strokes I emptied my nuts inside him. I wondered what his partner thought when he woke up and found my load in his fiancée's hole. Tuesday: Tuesday was a busy day at work and I was horny still thinking about Mondays fuck. I decided to hit up one of my regulars. After I clocked out, I headed to his place. Lets call him Ben. Ben is a total daddy type, older, fit, with deep hole and sensitive tits. We smoked some pot, had a couple beers, talked about our jobs, then got to business. Ben loves to suck my dick. He has a very sensitive gag reflex but tries very hard to get down to the base of my cock. He always starts by sniffing my ripe foreskin, he's a nasty fucking pig and loves my stink. He takes his time cleaning my cock and begins to go all the way down on my thick 7 incher. He gags hard but I keep his head down, he's not coming up for air until I let him. He gags again, and again and again. He's trying hard to breathe through his nose and mouth. He gags again and this time I can see snot and saliva coming out of his nose so I give him a break. His eyes are bloodshot and teary. He takes some deep breaths and thanks me. After that hot throat milking, my cock was slick with throat spit and throbbing. He hopped on top of me and slid down on my cock with no lube. He rode me while I chewed on his tits, which made him fucking yell with pleasure. "Yea dude! Fuck that feels good! I fucking love your breeder cock!" He has a filthy fucking mouth that always gets me to nut, and soon enough I was flooding his hole. Wednesday: Decided to spend the night with my boyfriend. Wednesdays are usually the nights we spend together. I cooked him dinner while he finished up some work. After dinner he was hungry for my cock. He is a fit scruffy older dude, nice built chest and boneable butt, with a tight hole. He likes to suck my dick under the covers and lick my taint and balls which always gets me in a breeding mood. Soon as eh got me hard he turned about and presented his hole to me. I lubed him up and began to stick some fingers in his hole, fingering his g spot while he huffed on some poppers. It takes him a minute to open up, he knows I like a hole loose and sloppy. My fingers up his ass always gets him to cum, and I always love to rub and press on his prostate, which drives him wild. After a couple minutes he shot all over the bed, he stayed ass up and was now ready for my cock. I mounted him and started edging my cock in his hole, which keeps him hard. I was going deep and soon picked up the pace, I flipped him over and began nibbling on his ear while I started fucking him missionary, by this point his hole was open and he wrapped his legs around me and locked me in. I started to huff and growl while his hole was making noise and talking back to me, I felt a big fucking load building up in me. It was one of those big ones that you can feel starting from your taint. I felt that fucking seed filling up my balls and then with a big fucking growl, it all came pouring out of me. I felt it shoot two, three, four times and he kissed me on the cheek and said "I love it when you cum in me." Thursday: By Thursday I was feeling very satisfied, but my cock still wanted more. I thought it would be a good idea to head to the other side of town for a drink after work, check out the available sluts in a new area. I hopped on sniffies and posted on the community board, "Looking for some hot pussy to breed" I got a couple of messages, the usual blank profiles and a couple of real hot sluts, but one really stood out to me. He was latino, with a big bubble butt, thick thighs and a smooth pussy. That alone got me hot, but he told me he wanted it completely anon, glory hole style and I of course said "Fuck yes." Lucky for me his place was only a couple blocks from the bar I was at. "Suck first or ass up under GH sheet when you walk in?" I replied with "Ass up so I can eat your pussy" I made it to his building, and when I opened the door to his apartment there was that perfect ass of his fucking ready for my dick. I ate him out and he moaned like a bitch in heat. He had a bit of an accent which just turned me on even more. "Oh yea baby, You like my pussy? Eat it! I want to fill your foreskin inside me." He had gotten me so fucking worked up I just lubed my dick, slid inside and started pounding hard. His cunt was silky smooth, felt almost exactly like a real cunt. I felt him grip my dick, his hole was like a fucking milking machine. "Oh yes baby, I love your cock, oh baby breed me please." I started spanking his ass, he liked that, I couldn't hold it in for very long and I was ready to blow. I let out a fucking roar so loud I wondered if any of his neighbors down the hall heard me. I told him thanks, and got up and walked out, didn't even see his face or got his name, but I'll remember to hit him next time I'm on his side of town. Friday: End of the week. I was beginning to notice that all the daily fucking had just made me hornier and hornier. I got a message on IG from a guy who was visiting LA from out of town. We had been following each other for a while and had exchanged a lot of nudes and vids so we were both horny for one another. We decided to meet at a bar just to get to know each other a bit. We had a couple of brews and soon we were both getting very handsy. We decided to head back to his hotel. I was real fucking horny for him I just started to get him undressed, he took off his clothes one by one, slowly and when he slipped off his jeans, what was underneath was a pair of lacey black crotchless panties. I was definitely surprised but that smirk on his face turned me on. "You wanna be a good girl for me?" He nodded and we started making out. By this point I was totally naked and he just hand on those panties. I stuck his face in my pits, ripe from a full and active day at work. He moaned. "Yea sniff those fucking pits, good girls take deep breaths" He sniffed. "One more" I said. He was high off my scent. I shoved him on my dick he was a good cock sucker. "Atta girl, suck my dick baby." Those panties really turned me on and got me to start talking nasty. He fucking loved it. I got him up on the bed, and put him in prime baby making position, on his back, feet up in the air. I slid inside through the hole in his panties and that lace felt so good rubbing against my balls. "I'm gonna fuckling get you pregnant." "Yes Sir." he said. I started pumping, and grabbing on his perky little tits which he really loved, "Yea Sir, grab my tits, suck on them." Sucking on a nice pair of nips gets me fucking hornier than hell. "You're gonna make me a dad aren't you? I'm gonna put a fucking baby in you." I said in between moans. "Oh baby girl, daddy's gonna cum, daddy's gonna get you pregnant!" With that final stroke, I shot my load deep in his pussy. The next day he flew back home and who knows in nine months, I might be dad. I'm thinking of doing this regularly with my other various sexual adventures. Hope you enjoyed that. If you're in LA and want some of my breeder seed hit me up and you can be a part of the next one.

Part 2. Tom's play in that Friday night game was flawless. The team shut out the opponent. They showered, picked up the bags and headed to board the bus. It was a new bus driver who really didn't know the guys and they didn't know him. After about 15 min on the road, a few players were dozing. Tom only wished he had had time for an ice bath. Although he did a great job on the field, he had a problem between his legs. That ice bath would have taken care of it. As the bus pulled up there were few lights on. Coach preceded the boys into the building. Dorm A was for Seniors, B was for remaining players. A was much nicer than B, but the younger guys expected it to be so. Coach called a quick meeting as he handed out locker keys and bed assignments. Neither dorm had a direct exit to the outside. Everyone entered and left through the main reception area. Staff was off duty for the night and would return at 7 in the morning. The guys sat patiently in the reception hall waiting for the talk about rules. They were always the same. No one leaves the building after lights out. Wake up would be 7 and breakfast at 7:30. PT at 8:30 and then canoes, swimming, a few pickup games and cards. Coach had each player bring a Tervis lidded mug. He wanted plenty of fluids to avoid dehydration. Coach never let guys share. Too much danger of an infection among the entire team. He filled the mugs with sports drinks himself. Collected them and refilled them every two hours. Unbeknownst to the team, he would add a little something extra to intensify the team's ability to concentrate on the business at hand. But Tom always got a little something extra, something coach had cooked up a mixture of sexual stimulants. He knew Tom would never be less than half hard and much of the time, rock hard. Coach knew that Tom was 19 and fair game. He also knew he could make Tom want some private Tom with Coach. Saturday morning passed. The guys broke into groups, some swimming. Tom wanted to canoe and too Reed, his favorite receiver with him. The paddled leisurely around the lake arriving at a quiet cove. Reed hat set his watch alarm so they wouldn't miss the next 2 hour dose of sports drink. The day was unusually warm and the boys wore only shorts. Each had applied sunscreen and helped the other with back. Tom noticed a tingling as Reed rubbed the sunscreen on him . Odd he had never felt that before, but worse was the total hardening of his constantly half-hard cock . He chalked it up to not getting any from the girl for too long. Reed just kept saying, Tom you are the hairiest guy I have ever seen. Your shoulders and back are hairy. Your front is a fur coat and your arms and legs are covered. Are you sure you aren't one of those mythical creatures, you know man top goat bottom. Tom replied that he was just virile and check feet, hairy but not hooves. Reed gave him a shoulder bump and laughed. Paddling back to the camp, the guys talked about futures. Both wanted to go to college. Reed said the pussy would be wild and free. Tom felt a drop of precum ooze out with that. Damn, that cock was rock hard again. He had to get in Jan's pussy and soon. But he knew Monday would be with coach. He'd have to find time to get Jan out for a ride in the country. Then he'd ride her like one of those goat legged creatures with big cocks

Chapter 1 – We Meet Again Jason is a long-time buddy of mine. When he lived near me, we’d get together a few times a month to party and play. About a year ago, he sold his startup company and moved to a place outside of Phoenix. He invited me to visit, promising there would be some fun times while I was there. I was excited to get away from winter and to see Jason again. We’d spent lots of time together over the years, but that had always been focused on a day or two for play. This would be the first time we spent a more extended time together, and I’d be staying at his house, too. We got along well, and I had high hopes for the trip. Jason picked me up at the airport, and we drove out into the mountains. He told me that his house was on a lake, and the area around it was secluded. He wasn’t kidding. When we got there, he had a beautiful house surrounded on three sides by trees. The back side was all about the lake. You couldn’t see any houses, and Jason told me that he often swam nude in the lake. He showed me to my room and suggested that I prep for some fun times with him. I got ready in the private bath, put on a jockstrap, then got dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. He told me to meet him in the lower level, so I headed there. Jason was waiting for me and working on his phone. He was naked except for a black leather harness and cock ring. When he saw me, he said, “There’s no need for clothing here,” so I stripped off the shorts and shirt and walked over to him. My cock was straining against the pouch of the jock strap. Jason’s dick was hard and shiny with precum. I knelt in front of him and sucked his cock into my mouth. Jason is in his 40s now. At a little over 6’ tall, he’s about the same height as me. We’re both in OK shape, but it looked like he had been hitting the gym more since he moved and tightened up his body since I saw him last. He’s got an incredible hairy chest that tapers down to a treasure trail leading to his cock. His trimmed pubes help his 7” cock stand out. With the cock ring on, his cock was nice and plump. I also knew that he had a hairy ass and a hole that liked to be used. I’m a little heavier than him and not as defined. There’s some hair on my chest and ass, but not as much as Jason has. My cock is 7.5” long. So, I’m on my knees, giving Jason a blow job. His cock is pumping out some precum, which I am eager to swallow. He let me suck him for a while, then he reached down and pulled me into a standing position so that he could suck my dick. That’s when I noticed that we were in a well-equipped playroom. A sling was set up with a stool at the base and a table on one side with poppers and water. A cart with lube and toys was near the stool. It looked like a fun space. After he sucked me for a while, Jason suggested that we get things started. He reached for a pipe and torch and began melting the crystals. He took a hit when the smoke was swirling and passed the tools on to me. I, too, took a big hit off the pipe. Damn, this was some good stuff! We’d be flying soon. We shared the pipe and got ready for action. Jason suggested that I get in the sling first. He lubed up both of his hands and started working on my hole. He was using fingers from both hands to poke and prod at my hole, teasing it to open up for him. It didn’t take long for him to have four fingers from each hand inside me, using them to stretch my hole, prepping it for his fist. He added more lube to his hands and squirted a healthy amount in my ass with a lube shooter. Then, he slowly inserted his hand, twisting it as he entered my ass. He paused at the widest part and used some twisting motions to let me experience the fullness of his hands inside me. He knows how much I enjoy being stretched like this. Next, he slid more of his hand in, getting in to about mid-forearm. Once he was settled in there, he gave me a minute to adjust. That first insertion is always fantastic, and he knew that there would be many more insertions to follow, so there was no need to rush. After a moment, Jason started some small movements inside me. He was flexing his hand and twisting it around, letting his knuckles graze over my inner walls. Jason was also working his hand deeper into me. He paused once he hit my second hole. We both knew that we would breach that barrier, but there was plenty of time for that. Jason then pulled his hand all the way out of my ass. He added more lube to it and slid back in. This time, he went all the way in on a single push. Jason worked my hole, pushing back and forth, all while twisting his hand around inside me. He was getting me well-opened, and I enjoyed the ride. Next, he pulled out and looked over his selection of toys. He always liked Mr. Hankey’s toys, and it appeared that he added significantly to his collection. Some of my old favorites were there, but there were plenty of new items. He chose a new one that looked like a super-sized version of a real cock and started to lube it up. This toy was thick from the start, and his insertion made me gasp in pleasure. He looked up at me and smiled then as he slowly drilled the dildo further into my ass. He occasionally paused to let me adjust to it, but he kept a steady pressure on it. Twisting and moving it forward got most of the toy inside me until he hit my inner sphincter. With the thickness of this toy, it was unlikely to go through my second hole yet, but it felt amazing having it there. Jason gently extracted the toy from my ass, pulling it all the way out and then shoving it back in. He repeated this action, pulling it all the way out before sliding it in again several times. Each time, the initial penetration of the head was easier, and my ass adjusted to accommodate the thickness, allowing the toy to slide in deep. He was shaking and twisting the toy as he fucked me with it. He was really getting into working over my ass with this, so I decided to take a hit of poppers and let him go wild on my ass. I took one small hit in my left nostril, blew it out, and then took a deep hit on my right side, which I held. When Jason knew that the rush was on me, he pulled the toy out and quickly shoved it back inside me. Now, he was moving the toy with great speed, letting my ass feel every penetration and each wrinkle and vein on the dildo as it slid through my chamber. Then, Jason dropped the toy on the ground and, as the poppers were wearing off, shoved his hand inside me again. This time, he was able to get deep inside me quickly and was poking at my second hole. He teased it just a bit and then slid his fingers through. Feeling him inside my colon was a huge turn on and I moaned in pleasure and appreciation. Jason suggested more poppers and held his hand still while I snorted the fumes. Then, he began his assault on my deepest areas, pushing through my second hole, moving his fingers ever deeper inside me. I was bucking around on the sling, reacting to the intensity of the workout he delivered. My cock had been leaking a steady stream of precum, but now a huge gush erupted from it, coating my hairy stomach. Jason was oblivious to this since he was so focused on my ass, so I reached down and scooped some of the fluids into my mouth. The sweet and salty taste turned me on and excited me for what was to come. Jason slowly slid his hand out of my ass. He took his time removing it, letting me feel the bumps and texture of his hairy paw as it was extracted from my ass. When he was all the way out, he again used both hands to spread my hole open. After the session we just had, it opened readily for him. He dipped in with his tongue and gave my hole a few licks. I shivered in delight as his tongue licked and probed my inner flesh. Then, he helped me out of the sling, and we swapped places so that he was now in the sling, legs spread and ass temptingly exposed to my yearning gaze.

For me it’s not necessarily a desire to be poz. It’s the thrill of dangerous play. Playing with fire and seeing how close I can come without getting burned. It’s like bungee jumping. Those people don't want to die from the fall, but they love the thrill of tempting fate.

The sling works for me, but you've got to be patient, and the top men will come to you. What you wear is important. Emphasize your ass instead of showing your big dick. I wear a jock strap and bare ass leather chaps. When I'm kicking back in the sling, with my legs up, I rarely have to wait very long for a cock in my ass.

The Birthday Gift 🎉 The crisp spring night air holds a touch of excitement that night as two young lovers walk hand in hand down a bustling sidewalk, but they hardly notice, they only have eyes for each other. To a passer-by they make a fetching couple of opposites, one is tall, the other is shorter, one has dark hair and the other strawberry blond, with the only obvious similarity being the blinding smiles plastered on their faces. “Where are we going?” asks the young man with strawberry blond hair. The young man with dark curls chuckles, his brilliant blue eyes twinkling with mischief at the question. “I told you, Seven, it’s a surprise for your birthday.” Seven pouts, his pink lower lip looking particularly kissable in the moment, so his lover leans over and quickly gives him a peck. “Don’t pout, babe, I promise, you’ll love it.” “I better, Liam, or you’ll be going without tonight,” Seven teases, which makes Liam’s lips disappear in a tight line. “Now who’s pouting?” “You are so lucky we’re in public,” Liam says with a touch of a dark seductive edge to his voice, “otherwise I’d thoroughly remind you what you’d be missing out on if you made good on that threat.” Seven gulps and almost instantly his cock jumps at the mere mention of their bedroom activities; his reaction only gets worse when his now half-hard cock rubs against his tight blue shorts in the process. He wants to be upset over his predicament and blame his loving boyfriend but there’s something almost palpable in the anticipation and he wants to ride this feeling out for as long as possible. Then he wants to ride Liam’s cock even longer. They cross over two more streets and cut through an alley before arriving at a nondescript building that could’ve otherwise gone unnoticed had it not been for the line of people outside and two large men standing by the entrance. Seven grips onto Liam’s hand as his boyfriend confidently walking past the entire line up to the two men by the door. He reaches into his pocket and produces two cards, which he hands to one of the men, who then opens the door. Seven can’t help but giggle at the loud groans that follow them as they head into the building. The door closes and the pair are instantly swallowed by loud, pulsating music, strobe lighting, and— “Foam!” Seven shrieks but it’s drowned out by the music and energy around them. Indeed, there is multi-coloured foam flooding the room, about knee-deep on most patrons but some areas it’s up to thighs and waists. Seven reaches down and scoops some up in his hands, smelling the light scent that reminds him of a specific soap brand before reaching over to throw it in Liam’s face. Liam sputters and spits out what got on his mouth while Seven laughs hysterically, only to be met by a face-full of foam not a second later. They look at each other for a moment before breaking down in giggles and tears at the sheer ridiculousness of the moment. Seven wipes the foam off his mouth before reaching up to kiss Liam. “Thank you,” he says when he pulls away, “I can’t believe you found a club that does foam parties!” “It took some research, but I found this place thanks to some online tips,” Liam says as he takes Seven’s hand and goes to the bar. He orders their usual – two rum and colas – and they take up two stools while they wait. “I know you’ve always wanted to go to one.” Seven nods. “Ever since I heard about them! Thank you so much for this, baby! Best birthday present ever! I love you!” “I love you, too,” says Liam with a soft smile. He can hardly believe that this amazing person is his boyfriend, his for the past several years. There’s another gift he has for Seven, it’s currently resting in his pocket, but he has a plan for that too and it’s for after their night out at the club. They get their drinks along with a small plate of appetizers, enjoying the moment as they watch others dance in the foam, looking completely free and happy. Seven can’t wait to join them, to be part of that feeling. His skin tingles in anticipation and he bounces in his seat to the beat of the music, hardly able to keep himself from jumping straight into the throng of people writhing and moving on the dancefloor. The second they finish their food, Seven grabs Liam’s hand and drags him right into the centre of the dancers, then proceeds to press his back against Liam’s chest and grind his ass into his cock with the music. Liam’s hands grip his waist, and his face sits in the crook of his neck where he peppers soft kisses into Seven’s pale skin, nipping him every few kisses until a red mark blooms. Then he licks the mark and relishes in the way Seven squirms in his grip. He doesn’t think he could get any happier than standing here with this wonderful man in his arms. Three songs pass with Seven firmly planted against Liam, not even a breath of space between them as they dance in the foam. Seven occasionally reaches down to get a handful of foam to play with, either smearing it on Liam’s face or his own or even their bare torsos – they lost their shirts at some point during song two, not that they care, they were cheap white t-shirts Liam bought anticipating this exact situation. Seven is definitely enjoying his birthday surprise, pleased beyond words that his boyfriend took the time to find a place that does events like these, and even happier he paid the money to get them in the club. Seven’s euphoric bubble is burst when Liam squeezes his hips and says, “Hey, I need to use the washroom, come with me.” Seven glares at him over his shoulder. “No, I’m staying right here.” “Babe, I don’t want to have to try and find you,” Liam insists. “Please come with me.” “No, this is my night and I’m not leaving this dancefloor until security has to drag me out,” Seven replies petulantly and he shoves Liam’s hands off before he disappears into the crowd of dancers. It’s a petty move but he doesn’t care right now, he’s annoyed and slightly tipsy and high off the energy in the room. He’ll deal with the consequences later, right now he’s focused on enjoying himself. He finds himself a free spot close to the wall and one of the speakers with a small mountain of foam completely untouched, so he claims it in his name and starts dancing like nobody’s watching. Unknown to Seven, someone’s watching him closely. The song ends and Seven takes a breath as he waits for the next one to start; Liam still hasn’t joined him, so he figures he’s either lost, still in the washroom, or ignoring him until one of them – mostly Seven – apologizes for their argument. Seven has no intentions of apologizing until the club closes so Liam will have to pout for a few more hours. He’s content with this plan, at least for now. A new song starts and Seven prepares to start dancing when something warm and large settles on his hips, he startles and looks down. There’s a pair of sun-kissed hands that are definitely not his or Liam’s touching him. He looks behind him and sees a bright pair of green eyes staring at him. “Hi,” says the man, his voice sounds like caramel over gravel and Seven shivers. The man leans closer and puts his mouth by Seven’s ear. He’s a few inches taller than him – probably taller than Liam – so it almost feels like he’s hunching over. “Mind if I dance with you?” Seven considers pushing the man away and going back to his own private party but the thought of this gorgeous creature dancing with him is too tempting to resist so he shakes his head. “It’s fine!” his voice barely carries over the music. The man pulls back and flashes him a dazzling white smile before pulling Seven flush against his clothed torso. The grey tank top brushes against Seven’s back deliciously and he groans softly, sure the other man can’t hear him over the sounds of the music and thumping base. They grind in time with the beat, new guy’s hands stay firmly on Seven’s hips even when Seven decides to be bold and rest his head on the man’s shoulder. It feels so nice to be so close to him, even if he doesn’t know who the hell this guy is, and he’ll take whatever he can get for as long as he can. Liam is Seven’s first and only boyfriend, they met shortly after Seven came out openly and have been inseparable ever since; and while he loves Liam, Seven laments the lost time of exploring himself and his sexuality more. Liam has been his only lover, which sounds romantic, but Seven has found himself craving something else of late. This man behind him seems to be enough to scratch that itch. When the music ends, Seven fully expects the man to leave and move on to another dance partner, so imagine his surprise when not only does the man not leave but his grip gets tighter and more possessive. Seven looks over and sees the man already looking at him from under his mess of beach hair – if he never learns his name, Seven will call him Beach God or BG for short. “You’re so fucking hot,” Beach God says in Seven’s ear, and he shivers again hearing BG’s voice, especially so close. “Are you here alone?” Seven shrugs. “I came with someone, but we had a fight so now I’m on my own.” “His loss,” BG says and Seven can hear the smile in his voice. His fingers trail up to brush at the top of Seven’s shorts, dipping beneath the waistband just enough for the callouses on his fingers to find soft skin. “Hey, I know we just shared a dance but wanna have some real fun?” “Maybe,” Seven says as his skin flushes from BG’s touch. In the back of his mind, he knows he should say no, say the person he’s with is his boyfriend and not some random date, but when BG’s fingers go lower and start rubbing the soft skin near his cock, his mind blanks and he moans. That’s all the encouragement BG seems to need. BG’s large hand moves from the shaved skin surrounding Seven’s soft cock, to directly over his cock, cupping it easily. He fondles Seven with gentle but determined movements as his other hand travels up Seven’s torso, stopping on his chest to tease and pinch his rosy nipples. Without the support of BG’s firm chest behind him, Seven is sure he would’ve collapsed by now, his knees are already buckling under the overwhelming sensations of BG’s hand on his cock, the delicious way he’s teasing his nipples, and the knowledge that what he’s doing with this guy is so bad but feels so good at the same time. He wonders if Liam is looking for him, but that thought is quickly chased out of his mind when BG speaks again. “Look at me and open your mouth.” Seven complies easily, turning leisurely towards BG’s face and opening his mouth as requested. BG leans in and shoves his tongue straight into Seven’s mouth, his mouth creates a tight seal around Seven’s as his tongue licks around. Seven is helpless to stop or even keep up with him, content on letting him explore his mouth like a starving man while he loses himself in the feeling of BG’s touches. He nearly jumps out of his skin when BG’s long middle finger brushes firmly against his entrance, which breaks their lip lock, but BG hardly seems concerned. Instead he’s far more focused on shoving his hand further into Seven’s shorts to get to his hole. Seven reaches down and tries to stop the wandering hand as it goes another inch deeper. “Hey, stop, you’re going to rip my shorts.” BG snorts as he rubs the tip of his finger against Seven’s entrance, watching with amusement as Seven’s eyes roll back in his head. He curls his fingertip just enough that it catches on the rim and pushes in slightly; Seven presses down further, hoping to get more of the thick finger inside but is disappointed when nothing more happens. “What a dirty slut,” BG whispers to Seven as he pulls his finger away just enough to tease the outside rim. “Thinking you can fuck yourself on my finger. You want that pretty hole filled, don’t you, baby boy?” “Yes,” Seven whines as he moves his hips in search of the finger that felt divine inside him. “Please give it to me, sir. Please.” “Such a good boy, asking so nicely,” BG says, licking a long strip from Seven’s collarbone to his lips, dipping his tongue inside Seven’s hot mouth for a brief moment before pulling away. “Fuck you taste good, baby boy.” “So do you,” Seven says, barely able to hold himself up at this point as he nearly leans his full weight against BG, who is now leaning against a wall. BG smirks at Seven’s blissed out expression with half-lidded eyes and swollen lips still wet with their spit. BG pulls both hands back and before Seven has a chance to complain, he hears a ripping sound. His eyes fly open, and he looks down to see BG ripping the side of his shorts. He reaches down to stop him from completing the tear. “Stop!” he says somewhat desperately. “I told you before not to do that!” “They’re in the way.” “I can take them off, just give me a chance—” BG overpowers Seven’s grip and finishes ripping the fabric from the top to the bottom along the seam. Seven is appalled. BG rips the other side just as easily as the first and tosses the fabric into the foam. “Fucker! Now how am I supposed to go home? I have nothing to wear!” BG shrugs. “I’ll fix that later.” Seven goes to protest again but he’s silenced by BG’s tongue sliding into his mouth as his hands resume their original positions, only this time his finger is able to move more freely than when trapped in Seven’s shorts and BG easily slides up to his second knuckle into Seven’s hot entrance. He pulls away and gives him a knowing look. “Little slut prepped himself already.” “Always prepared,” Seven replies with a dopey grin. It quickly disappears when BG starts moving his finger, making him moan almost loud enough to be heard over the music. He’s vaguely aware that there are people around them, and that he can feel eyes on him, but he can’t find it in him to care. If anything, it turns him on more. It isn’t long before BG adds a second finger to distract him from the gaze of the crowd around him, which stretches him wider than he’s ever felt before, and he winces slightly when BG starts to scissor. “Just relax, baby boy,” BG says kindly. “You’ll never take my cock if you can’t take my fingers.” Hearing that makes something in Seven snap and he becomes determined to take whatever BG has to give him. He forces his body to relax and soon the burn from being stretched subsides and he starts moaning shamelessly as BG teases his fingertips over his prostate, never giving enough pressure to get him off but just enough to send jolts of pleasure through his body. He’s fairly certain at this point the only reason he’s still standing is because of the fingers in his ass and BG’s solid body. When BG puts a third finger inside, the stretch hardly hurts, and he finds himself grinding down shamelessly on all of the fingers filling him to the brim. His legs give out completely when all three fingers rub on and around his prostate, hitting him from all possible angles. He vaguely feels fabric moving against his bare ass and wonders if BG is taking off his shirt. Then the fingers are removed from his hole in one swift movement, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing. “Patience, baby boy,” BG says as he manhandles Seven more securely into his hold. He turns him around, so they are chest to chest then lifts him by the thighs, spreading his legs as he hoists him up, before pushing him against a wall. The wall is covered in sound dampening panels, so it isn’t cold when Seven’s hot skin touches it, but it is rough. He groans slightly. With Seven’s legs still spread as wide as they can, BG situates himself between them, his cock now out of his own shorts. He moves Seven a bit until his hole is lined up with the tip of his leaking cock then he presses it inside. Seven moves enough to break away from the intruding cock and shakes his head. “No, no, this isn’t right.” He tries to move away, to free himself but BG’s hold is too tight, and escape becomes almost impossible when he pushes more weight against Seven to pin him to the wall. “You were so eager for my cock, baby boy, what happened?” “I have a boyfriend!” BG can’t help but chuckle. “So, you have no problem with me stripping you naked and shoving my fingers and tongue in you, but when I go to put my cock in, that’s the line? You’re such a cute idiot.” “Then please don’t go in raw!” BG pays him no mind and he moves one of Seven’s legs over his shoulder, then uses his free hand to guide his cock back to Seven’s hole and wastes no time in pushing inside, groaning slightly at the tightness and heat that envelope him. Seven is shaking in his grip as he struggles with taking the entire cock, feeling every inch as it fills him more than BG’s fingers could ever dream. He feels like he’s being split in half. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, BG is completely inside, and he lets out an airy sigh while Seven continues to shake as tears roll down his cheeks. BG leans down and pecks his lips softly. “Such a good boy, you took every inch,” he praises and Seven whimpers, whether from pain or the praise, BG doesn’t really care. “You feel so good, so nice and tight even after I prepped you. Such a good little slut.” Seven isn’t sure how or if he should respond, so he just nods. “Don’t worry, you’ll feel good soon,” BG whispers in his ear. “You’ll feel good and forget your boyfriend’s name.” He then licks some of the tears on Seven’s cheek and puts Seven’s other leg over his shoulder, folding him practically in half while his hands grip tightly to Seven’s hips. BG rolls his a few times before pulling out until just the tip is still inside then thrusting roughly back into Seven’s hole. He repeats the actions of grinding before pulling out and slamming in until he sets a steady rhythm of thrusting and grinding that works best for the position. He looks down and watches in mild fascination as his cock disappears into Seven and then back out. He loses himself in watching, focused on his thick ruddy cock pulling and pushing on Seven’s rosy rim, when he thrusts in, he pauses for a moment to appreciate the contrast of their skin tones, his so tan compared to Seven’s pale complexion. Then he adjusts his grip so his hands are holding onto the soft globes of Seven’s perky ass, and he spreads them as wide as he can before resuming his rough pace. He looks at Seven – who is clearly lost in the pleasure despite his protests – with eyes closed and mouth open as moans and gasps are punched out of him in time with BG’s movements. BG leans in and slips his tongue into Seven’s open mouth, not even bothering to try and seal their mouths together – Seven seems to be breathing exclusively through his mouth at the moment – and lets his tongue play with Seven’s almost lazily compared to how hard and fast his hips are moving. The contrast amuses him, with his tongue making love to Seven’s mouth while his cock fucks him ruthlessly; what catches him off-guard is when Seven reaches behind him and presses his head, so their mouths are together just as he lets out a high-pitched moan. BG feels hot spend trickle down Seven’s hips and onto his hands and he groans into Seven’s mouth. He pulls his mouth away and doubles down on his efforts to reach his own release, chasing the high as heat pools in his groin. Seven moans wantonly, his entire body buzzing from overstimulation as BG pounds harder into his hole until finally he feels something hot fill him to the brim and it’s enough to push him over the edge a second time. “Oh fuck!” he screams as his cock releases more ropes of thick spend, “I’m coming!” “Fuck,” BG gasps, giving a few weak thrusts to ride out the aftershocks from Seven’s ass constricting with his second orgasm. Neither man can move afterwards, their bodies still connected, both covered in fluids. “So perfect,” BG says before pecking Seven’s lips again. “So good.” Seven manages a lazy smile. He winces sharply when BG pulls his cock out. “It’s okay, baby boy,” BG reassures as he moves to keep Seven pinned against the wall while he takes his tank top off, which he then puts on Seven as best he can in their current position; he’s sure by the limp way Seven feels in his grip, if he put him on the ground, he’d collapse. Then he gently moves Seven’s legs down back to the ground, one hand always wrapped around his back, and finishes pulling down the tank top so everything to midthigh is covered. BG then scoops Seven up in his arms and kisses him softly again. “I’m taking you back to my place,” he says as he starts walking through the crowd of people still dancing, it’s somewhat less than before but still enough to keep BG from rushing out of the building. Despite how heavy his eyes feel, Seven is still awake enough to see people are indeed staring at them, some with jealousy, others with their cocks in hand or in someone else’s hand. He tries to smirk, but his body is too exhausted to comply. In the back of his mind, he does find it odd that some people are gaping at BG’s back, like there’s something of interest there, and maybe there is, Seven hasn’t seen it yet. Maybe it looks just as chiselled as his front and those people haven’t seen muscles sculpted by the gods before. “Sleepy,” Seven replies followed by a kitten like yawn. BG chuckles. “You sleep, baby boy, because that ass is mine when we get home.” Seven nods as he drifts off to sleep while BG pushes through to the exit. Once he’s free of the dance floor, BG notices a sulky young man at the bar who suddenly jumps up when he sees BG and immediately, he realizes this is the boyfriend. Boyfriend comes striding over with a murderous look in his eye but one quick gesture from BG to a nearby bouncer and he’s stopped before he can reach BG and his sleeping beauty. “But that’s my boyfriend!” Liam protests, looking helplessly between the bouncer and the man carrying his boyfriend. He then sees that Seven is asleep and wearing a grey tank top he knows he didn’t arrive in and by the size, he guesses it belongs to the man carrying him. When the man shifts Seven, he catches a glimpse under the shirt and sees Seven, is completely nude! Now staring at his boyfriend, Liam then sees pinkish and thick fluid leaking from Seven’s ass. Liam’s heart shatters. “Should I throw him out, boss?” the bouncer asks, and BG shakes his head. “Nah, just hold him until I leave,” he replies with a smirk. BG then turns so Liam can properly see both men. “By the way, he did mention you, once.” Liam tries to glare at him through the tears. “Fuck you!” “Pretty boy already did,” BG smugly says. “Have a good night, Boyfriend.” BG then heads for the door, Liam is still being held back by the bouncer, and just as he readies some insult or curse, the words die in his throat when he sees BG’s back. Tattooed between BG’s shoulder blades is a massive, Black Scorpion. 🦂

Uh, at church yesterday. I had volunteered to clean stuff out of the basement. The Mexican janitor was also there. About 30, He was short,.built like a tank, with beautiful eyes and jet black beard.. he's always been flirty. After helping me carry out trash he winked at me at the dumpster. I smiled. He told me I was a nice looking Santa Clara and he loved my beard. Could be touch it? I said of course. The touch became a kiss, Since no one was around I fondled his bulge. He unzipped pull out a short but bear can thick uncut cock already dribbling precum. He turned me around, bent me over and fucked me. No preamble, just straight in balls deep. Pounded away, popped, I licked him clean (fortunately just his cum and ass juice) he zipped up and we finished cleaning the place up. He then guided me to the bathroom and fucked me again, then had me drink his piss,. He got my number so there may be a repeat.This morning I was complimented on doing such a good job. I said honestly that the janitor deserved recognition too....

**This is fiction. Do not do in real life. Can have legal issues depending on local laws.** I am a white cub in my late 30's. I have bottomed a few times for ex's but mostly was a top. One night I was horny and figures no bottoms found anywhere online. I found a posting of a guy who wanted to repeatedly fuck a bound guy. Other kinks could be discussed. I was interested by this. I never told anyone but I always wanted to be bound and used blindfolded. It was my only bottom fantasy. I realized it reading some stories. I am std free. I always got tested and if the bottom wasn't clean I wrapped up. So I messaged this guy. We chatted some and I told him how normally I am a top but love the idea of being fucked bound and blindfolded. He asked about condoms. I told him if he is clean he could breed me. He admitted he was poz and mentioned he was on meds. I told him I would prefer safe then. He understood and we outlined what we would do. Again he mentioned bb and asked if he could slide in at first raw to feel me, then he would wrap up. I agreed to once, balls deep and pull out. He agreed. Also I told him I was tight and would need lots of lube. He said no problem and have a spray to help me too. I got to his place. He wanted me to walk in the side door, strip, go into the next room, get into the sling and blindfold on. He wanted to fuck me and not have me see him. I was very turned on. I said out loud "ready" once I was. I heard a door and felt his hands. "Good boy. I'll use you how you need to be." He said with a gruff voice. I felt him lock my arms and legs into place. I was hard and he was stroking me enjoying it. I felt him lick my hole. I moaned like a whore. I don't know how long it was but I was in heaven. "OK boy, now it is time to feel how tight you are. This will hurt but I'll spray you after I wrap up. Can't get that numbing solution on my cock." He said as I felt the tip at my hole. "Remember in once, balls deep and then wrap up." I told him. "I know our agreement. Though not like you are in much of a position to stop me." He chuckled and before I could respond he pressed in hard. My hole forced open both felt amazing and painful. All I could do was gasp and moan. "Would you like another ram before I wrap up boy?" He asked as he pulled nearly all the way out of me. He had to be at least 8 inches long. "Fuck yes Sir! Just one." Just after I said the word 'one' he was balls deep in me again. I moaned so hard. Nothing but spit for lube. It hurt so good. He was now pounding me some. "Wait stop, wrap up please." I begged. He slammed in hard once more and then pulled out. He started to finger me. He slid in fairly easy it felt like. Soon after I felt a cool spray on my hole. He was working it into me. My hole numbed some. I could feel pressure but any pain went away. I don't know what is the right amount but I felt like he was going a little over board. He stood back up, and I could hear the wrapper. He put it in my hand and I could feel it being empty. A moment later in the other he adjusted so I could feel his wrapped cock. Satisficed I begged him to fuck me. He warned me it may still hurt, mostly because of the wrapper. Also he isn't going to stop till he came at least twice regardless of what I said. Before I could say anything he was back in me. It hurt a little but mostly I could only feel him on the inside. My entire entrance was numb. "Fucking faggot, you're so tight I am close. Beg for my load boy. Beg for my toxic seed." He ordered me. I obeyed and begged him. "Fuck me Sir. Breed my faggot hole. Gift me with your toxic seed." I begged. I was hard as a rock. Then he moaned and yelled as he came. He pulled out, sprayed my hole and fingered me deep. My hole sounded wet, but I knew he was wrapped. Had to be lube making that sound. "You liked that faggot didn't you? Fuck you were a top but not today. Next time you'll be begging for me to breed your hole for real." Then he pressed hard against my prostate. I nearly came. "We'll....mmm....see Sir. I prefer....fuck....safe." I replied. He chuckled and then stood up. No warning this time. He rammed in hard and deep. I moaned and realized he went soft. From my experience condoms come off when soft. "Wait the condom. Please." I begged. "Don't worry faggot, it never left my cock." He replied as he pounded me harder. This time took much longer for him to cum. He also kept pulling out and ramming in. It felt amazing despite the numbing. This time he wasn't as loud but slammed harder into me when he finished. He then shoved a plug into my hole. "Boy your hole is so wet. You can keep this plug, but only if you keep it in you all night. Agreed?" He asked as he turned it in me. I moaned and agreed. "Good boy, now when you hear the door close get dressed and get out. Send me a pic of that plug in you tonight and I'll send you pics of what was in you." He said and unlocked me. I heard him leave and I obeyed. I got up, dressed with the plug in me and left. I got home and took a pic for him. He replied with a monster black cock. I woke the next day and took the plug out. I was so sore and loose. I saw some white stuff and messaged him about it. He replied saying he used lube that looks like cum. That he uses it when he has to play safe so he can feel like he bred the guy. Showed me the bottle. I believed him. A few months later I got tested and results came back positive for hiv. I messaged him pissed. He said that I told him to go in raw once balls deep and wrap up. He did invited me over to fuck him to get even. Not sure how but I ended back in that sling for the weekend for him and his friends.

PART TWO "Deep breaths....big deep breaths" I heard a distant voice say as I started coming to. I felt a bottle of smelling salts being held to my nose. "There he is, he's starting to come round now." I soon realised that I was stark naked on a bed, with my arms tied wide apart. I felt a wet sensation between my legs & looked down to see Damian in his leather with his mouth between my legs, obviously licking my arsehole. "We weren't sure whether we might've given you too much!" laughed Ron who was completely naked next to me. "It's good to see you back again, now once again, deep breaths boy." He held the bottle to one nostril & then the other. I took a deep hit in each nostril thinking that the smelling salts might give me a bit of extra strength to break out of the restraints. I soon realised that they weren't smelling salts however as I felt my arsehole loosen up further. "Beautiful" I heard Damian say as he pushed my legs up, still eating my arse. "Give him one more in each I think." I was too out of it to resist as Ron pushed the bottle to each of my nostrils one more time. He then sat on my face as he pulled my legs back over my head. "Mmmmmm...now look at that." I heard a muffled voice say as I could feel my arsehole exposed to the air. Not for long though, as I felt a pair of fingers push roughly inside my hole & finger fuck me. It hurt so much but I was also under the spell of whatever they'd given me. "It's all yours.....happy anniversary darling." I could just make out Ron say. Damian's cock started to slowly enter my arse and I could feel it opening my hole up. I'd seen so many pornos of this being done to women but could hardly believe it was happening to me. I wanted to cry out but Ron's arse had completely enveloped my face. My thrashing about was obviously turning him on though as he squirmed on my face & I could tell that he was jacking off on top of me as they each had one leg pulled back now. I could hear them kissing hard too as I was getting fucked and totally helpless, resigned to my fate. All I could think of doing was trying to finish it as quick as I could so I started to lick Ron's arse, thank God it was clean. Girls always enjoyed when I ate their pussies & I seemed to be just as good with men as I could hear him moaning about how good it felt. Damian had now grabbed both legs & was pushing me back hard, I guess to get further in and, despite my best efforts, I found myself very hard. Ron switched now to jerking himself with one hand and my cock with the other. I wished I wasn't but I knew I was close to cumming. Damian started pounding me harder & I knew he must be close too. He got so deep that it triggered my orgasm all over my chest & tummy and I felt my insides flooding shortly after. Ron started grunting and I felt his cum shoot over my chest. Damian pulled out of me & I felt his tongue & mouth on me, slurping up all of the cum that had pooled there. Ron got off my face & I was so light-headed, gasping for air that I didn't see Damian moving on top of me. Before I could react, his mouth was on top of mine, depositing all of the cum he'd collected down my throat as I passed out again, this time through exhaustion & lack of oxygen. END OF PART TWO

Two guys fuck n fist my cunt I had a Grindr message asking if my cunt was free for fuck n fist abuse by 2 guys. I immediately agreed my cunt was free and willing. I asked what they had in mind. I was told one of them was a 8.5 inch top and the other a top fister. Both were voyeurs and loved to watch the other at work. I loved the fact that they already had a plan. They suggested a proper horny and slutty scenario. The top would fuck n pound my cunt while his m8 watched and wanked, he would then wank off on his m8s dick and watch me take his load and then the top would breed me. Only when I had taken both loads would the fister take over and let his m8 watch him fist a cummy hole. It sounded too good to be true but I decided to try it. Much to my surprise I heard the door open half hour later. I was ass up hooded and on all fours when a guy walked into the room. I could sense there was just one guy and I could hear him stripping off. He stood behind me and started slapping his boner against my hole. I huffed on some poppers in preparation and he was on his phone. He told me his m8 was on the way and would be 10 minutes. He started to push the head of his dick into my cunt as he told me he just had time to sneak a discrete load in. I didn’t have any say, he pushed on in until he was balls deep inside me. I was told that he needed to breed me discrete before his fella arrived and that I should just keep quiet about taking it. He fucked hard and fast and didn’t stop when he dumped his cum deep inside me. He had only just finished pumping his load deep inside me when the other guy stepped into the room. The fukka was stood there with his dick fully inserted in me when he told his fella that he had spotted cum in my cunt and he had to plug it with his dick. The newly arrived guy had no clue it was his fellas spunk he could see sliding in and out of my cunt. My cunt was then treated to a hard intense fuck. The more hard the pounding the more the guy watching liked it as he wanked off and quickly unloaded a heavy thick load over the fukkas dick which he was pounding back inside me. Turned on by the added lube the guy fucking unleashed a second load inside me. I felt him flexing his dick as he emptied his balls, this time with his fella watching. When done he slowly pulled out and left me dripping. He changed places with his m8 and told him he was done with my cunt. The guy dropped to his knees and lubed his hand up as he started to stretch my cummy hole. First just a couple of fingers, then more, until encouraged by the top guy he eased his fist into my hole. He made sure he pushed the cum I had in me went deep and covered every surface. He then treated me to a torrent of hot n horny abuse as he stretched me out with the top fukka watching. I huffed on the poppers as he gaped my cunt. When he paused and removed his fist he shoved his hard on into my hole. It felt proper loose and sloppy with no friction. I was told that was the most incredible feeling being inside a proper loose and sloppy cunt. He offered my hole to the top guy who was nursing a boner again. He was straight in and agreed it fell so loose and amazing. The fister then asked the top guy if he wanted to watch him use me to take a fist wank. He told him to go ahead as it would be hot as fuck. So His fist was back in me as he offered his dick to his fist and he literally wanked himself off inside me. He spunked inside me and left me dripping cum and his fella watched him. When he was spent he pulls his hand back and made me lick it clean. They dressed with me still on all fours, tagged my ass and left. My hole was totally wrecked… and I fucking lived it!

Never shared a story before, but had a hot hookup with a 34 married guy today that I felt like writing down 😛 He hit me up on an app, saying he likes playing together in a shower, sucking cock and getting rimmed and if I'm gentle I can fuck him too (his profile said "safe only"). He even sent a face pic and was actually my type, other than that just some pics of his cock and body, which looked pretty good too. I was feeling very horny even though I just jerked off a load not long ago, so I told him to drop by. He turned out to be a cute short guy with the most amazing bubble butt - I knew I had to get inside that. We got into the shower, he started slowly playing with my cock while I grabbed his ass and gently started working his hole with my finger. He immediately started bending over a bit to give me better access and moaned slightly, causing my cock to just get rock hard. I told him to get on his knees and he sucked me off for a bit with water flowing down our bodies. Finally, I told him to get up and dry off so we can move to the bedroom where I need to taste that ass. The slut immediately got on all fours on the bed and spread his sexy cheeks, giving perfect access for my tongue - it was obvious he had experience and loved getting rimmed. He was quite tight though, so I had to work a bit to get my toungue deeper, but soon enough I had him moaning like a whore and grinding that ass against my face. At this point, I got up, started slapping my cock on his hole and asked "Do you want me to put it in? I have condoms ready", to which he responded "No, just stick it in me" (what a surprise, lol). I grabbed some lube and he was soon backing up on my hard rod. I went slowly at first, since he said he wanted gentle, but I soon saw that he got used to it pretty quick and was picking up the pace himself. That made me even hornier, as married guys often talk how they love getting fucked but then can barely take a cock at a slow pace when it comes to it. He would sometimes slow down a bit to catch a breath, but I could see the whore knew how to take a cock. After a bit I felt I'm getting close and asked "Do you want my load in you?", him "I never had cum in my ass before... (wasn't sure if to believe him at this point, haha) but go ahead". I picked up my pace and was soon breeding his married ass with a hefty load. In the meantime his phone was ringing in the background, which he said after was his kid calling, lol. We went to take a quick shower again, where I played with his hole a bit more, which made him blow his load. He dressed up and said he hopes we could repeat that. He's not local, but I do hope he'll be in the area more often, as I would love to fill that hot ass up with my cum as often as possible.

Hooked up with a south Indian guy who was working from home this morning -a was a good looking guy in his mid to late 30s. He told me his fantasy was to be fucked over his desk and I told him I'd be up for that. When I got to his place he took me into what was clearly a study and when I got my cock out he sucked it enthusiastically. I told him I wanted to fuck him and he pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over his desk. I pulled his cheeks apart and licked his hairy arsehole for a while. Then I lubed him up and pushed my cock up him. He had wanted me to use a condom but had not insisted when I said I would rather not. I fucked him for a while - as he gave little grunts and played with his cock. He was nice and tight - and he told me how much he was enjoying the fuck. I began to fuck him faster and then I shot a nice big load up his arse. When I had finished cumming and pulled out, he pulled up his pants and said he had better get back to work. He works on an IT helpdesk, and I like the thought that he's now helping and advising his clients with a big load of cum up his arse.

2 loads from the internet technician that came to fix the fiber connection at the house. he got early and I was putting on some clothes fast as I was lazily naked in the house after a morning fuck with the partner as I was getting the call that he was early and if it's ok for him to show up now, I okayed it and put on a pair of shorts and opened the door to this young hunk! he was obviously checking me out, since I was shirtless and without underwear and packing a semi lol I showed him to the connection box and he started to work, apparently it wasn't an issue at the house so he had to go outside to fix something, and it was hot there. 30 min later he comes back in all sweaty and panting so I offered him an ice cold drink and he followed me to the kitchen. apparently, some of the cum I had in me leaked and soaked in the shorts fabric as I was sitting waiting for him and it was showing. he obviously noticed and started flirting with me asking what kind of workouts I do to keep my chest pumped and commented that I was 'sweaty' in my ass crack lol That comment led to me dropping my pants, while he was undressing so fast, bending me over the counter and began eating my ass, asking how many loads I already have in me and I answered with "2 my partner dumped before leaving" he dove right in and tongue fucked me deep and opening me up with his fingers as he was getting ready to fuck me. he had a nice 9" cock, cut and veiny and I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me and we walked up the stairs to the bedroom he got a call from his supervisor and he lied to him saying that there were a few more issues needed to be fixed as he was fingering my hole. we get to the bedroom, I drop to my knees and take hi la rock hard cock all the way till I feel his soft blond pubes on my nose and he starts fucking my throat for a short while, till he announces he wanted to fuck my slutty hole and pulls his dick, throw me on the back, laying on my back I instinctively lifted my legs and showed him my sloppy hole, he just walked towards me, positioned his cock head on my hole and played with it circling around as I begged him to push it in. he grinned at me and with one shove he was deep in me, as I was moaning like a slut feeling him balls deep. He gave me a second to adjust before starting to plow my hole hard and fast just like a love it! He was pumping me for 5 minutes till he announced he was going to breed me soon and all I could do is beg him for it. he dumped a massive load in me and kept hard, slowly rocking his cock in me as we were making out and soon after he started increasing the pace till he was fucking me even harder than before, we were both moaning and sweating hard till he announced he was going to flood my hole again with his seed! Fuck yeah! I squeezed my ass muscled around his cock and he started pumping another big load in me, I felt like 6-7 squirts till he collapsed on top of me spent. His cock went soft and popped out as he stood up and I immediately took it in my mouth to taste the loads and my ass juices before we went downstairs for him to get dressed and leave to another call lol I did offer him to rinse himself but he wanted to smell me with him during the day so I jokingly told him he could drop by at the end of his day, his reply was 'I'll definitely consider that, I have your number so I'll text you later' now I have 4 loads in my and in desperate need for more, I wonder how much I can get before he and my partner arrives lol

This morning I awoke in a bed that wasn't mine, the sun shining through the curtains. To my left a hairy chest, and a musky pit. I could tell something was different. A stiff silence in the room, a wave of tingles, and an immediate erection. For in my mind I could see it so clearly, so precisely. It started at the bar, when this man approached me in the bathroom. The stank of whiskey exploded in my face as he grabbed my mouth, pushing his tongue into mine. With such strength and authority he kissed me - deepening himself into my throat. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, showing me his biohazard scorpion tattoo. I remember how my cock changed from limp to rock hard in an instant. He noticed this of course, all I had were basketball shorts and a shirt. He pulled my head close, slicking his tongue in and out of my ear, priming my primal desires. "I am going to set you free tonight, and you're going to let me. Isn't that right?" I nodded my head frantically. He pulled my body to the door, moving aside to slap my ass on the way out. The man lead me outside and down the street a block to an apartment. Leading the way as he instructed, I climbed the stairs, heart pounding, cock throbbing, mind racing. He slapped my ass, grabbed it, and stuck his hand down my shorts to get his fingers in my sweaty hole on the way. In his apartment he immediately stripped off my clothes and shoved me to his bed. He ripped his belt off like he was starting a lawn mower, pants hitting the floor instantly. His gargantuan cock swung in the air, oozing goo. He pushed me back, lifting my legs high in the air. The man handed me a brown bottle, and gave me time to breath in the sweet burn. Lubed up, he pressed that monster up against my incredibly tight hole. I felt the relaxation wash over me, and he began to burrow slowly in my virgin hole. I was amazed at how it felt as he began to pry open my walls. I had only topped and it was instantly clear to me that this felt so amazing. He continued slowly, opening me more and more, sliding the head in deeper each time. It wasn't long until he decided to fill me with his entire length in one sure thrust. Deep, painful, pleasureful, and downright sinful. I took every thrust, moaning loudly into his pillow. Tears rolled down my cheeks in pure joy as I opened up and relaxed further, a true alpha male digging deep and planting a seed. He continued for over and hour and a half, wailing on my hole until it was useless and loose. Staring at his gorgeous work, he slammed it right back in thrusting faster, deeper, and harder. The sensation was so intense I thought I was going to puke. As he trusted harder, it began to grow painful, but this didn't last as he let out a loud moan, emptying his cock 9 inches into my negative hole. Each throb, each twitch, more cum leaked out inside me. As he sat there shaking in ecstasy, it made me cum all over as well, spraying everything near by. The man pulled out slowly, as to save every last drop. He placed his finger as far as he could in my hole, rotating it around, spreading his love to every surface inside me. To finish the deal, he took his finger nail and left one long, jagged scrape inside me - inviting his bugs into my heart and more importantly my soul. "Welcome, Brother. You will make a fine gifted and do me proud." So yes, I woke up in a strangers bed, and my actions are deafening. But I know that I went from having a cock between my legs, to having a weapon. For today, I now bring chaos into this world. For now, I will be known as Apep, The Gifter of Chaos. Like with a pig for part 2.

You ever get fucked with a unique looking or deformed cock? this one time a young Hispanic guy brought me back to his hotel we started fooling around and he dims the lights and throws me on the bed, he pulls my pants off and I can see he’s hard under his boxers. I keep rubbing his dick through his boxers as he fingers me and finally he pulls down his boxers. He’s circumcised which is normal but then I notice his pee hole is unusually gaping and his cock head looked like a quarter of it removed. He was very excited because he had a very hard leaking cock. He asked me if I want it inside me and I tell him yes. Once he buried himself inside he never pulled out and then he cock head eventually expands and twitches. He pulls out and I ask him if he came inside me and he said when he’s really horny his cock head goes numb and he wasn’t sure if he nut. He then takes me to a bar after and then I feel wet and realize his cum is leaking out I blush and tell him, he just gives me a really big smile. I beg him later take me back to his hotel room push his cum back deep inside me. But once he’s balls deep gives me an undeniable breeding.

I 😍 to rim and I'm very good at it! As a general rule, I won't fuck anything I haven't eaten first, so if I won't eat it, I definitely won't fuck it... If the hole already has loads in it when I rim, all that much better! And if the bottom likes, I'm happy to snowball/share the loads I felch out.

Me. ☺️❤️

Mark fought the cravings and the despair they caused every day. His body however needed sexual release and his mind needed something he could not face. Something he thought he would rather die than face. He was a physically heathy man of 29 after all. The problem was he could not find that release without the combination of a man’s cock in his ass and a feeling of shame. He tried masturbation and even when he had not cun for weeks as soon as he touched his cock it went limp. He tried being with women but could never actually climax with them. Toys didn’t work either He had found a way to relieve the sexual pressure while visiting Tommy. Zeke and Jason at their apartment in the city. Jason’s brother Alex had been there as well though he had moved out on his own. As far as Mark knew, Alex had always had a very transactional view of sex. He would fuck someone he found hot but if he could get more out of it he would. Alex got off on getting people to cheat on their partner with him and he was usually already fucking said partner when they did. He fucked the company owner at work to get ahead and he would boast about all this like others talked about a hobby Mark had awkwardly asked the group if they thought he could meet someone to relieve his needs at the bathhouse they occasionally mentioned when they thought he was not listening “I will help you. I know the situation so you don’t have to explain it all to me, I like the thought of someone who needs to be mentally abused to cum and that’s something I am good at” Alex said “There has to be something more in it for you. Do you want me to pay you or something? You are not known for your compassionate nature and paying you would add that component of shame I need” Mark said not realizing he was basically calling him a whore and totally missing the look of pain in Alex’s eyes. Zeke saw it though “Don’t worry about it Mark, I will make sure Alex is compensated well if this us the solution you decide on” and Mark so wrapped up in his own problems missed the grateful look Alex gave Zeke as well Then it all fell apart as Mark remembered the biohazard tattoo Alex was so proud of “You are poz and I don’t want HIV I have enough to deal with as it is without your nasty disease” he said bluntly and with a certain suspicion in his voice again so wrapped up in his own problems he was unaware of the hurt his words caused to more than Alex this time “I am on meds and undetectable” Alex said blushing as if this admission in front of the others was embarrassing. “I have been asked to be a sperm donor by several women and I need to be undetectable. I decided to have my sperm frozen incase I ever decide I want kids in the future. Well kids I’m going to raise myself. I can also wear a condom if it makes you more comfortable” Mark thought about it as he looked out a nearby window, his own damage and need not allowing him to see that Alex was very insistent that Mark let him help instead of some random guy. In his mind Alex was a whore, a convenient tool ro relieve the pressure. “Ok, you are hired” Mark said. He didn’t see how everyone in the room winced at his thoughtless words Alex took him down in the elevator then to Mark’s surprise they simply stepped to another elevator next to it that required a different fob to open and which opened out into a full floor apartment every bit as luxurious as Zeke’s but in a different style dominated by a huge floor to ceiling aquarium and neon lights. “I think I could pick this apartment out of a lineup as yours, it matches your personality though I don't see you putting in the work to take care of that aquarium or remembering to feed the fish” Mark said “I didn’t realize you lived in the same building” “I pay a service to clean the aquarium and restock the automatic feeder and this is the most prestigious building in the city. Zeke and Tommy own it or I would never have gotten even one of the small apartments on the lower floors. They are technically two floors above us" he said , indicating the high ceiling but there is really only a crawl space and some soundproofing between us, I usually just call up and Jason opens the window so I can use the fire escape when I visit. It drives they security guys nuts. I didn’t want to take you out in the cold or we could have come down that way. My window has an electronic lock and I can open it from the outside” Alex said then he stepped close to Mark. They were the same height but Mark was bulkier “Strip” Alex ordered and Mark quickly complied… It had been so long… Alex handed him a pair of leather cuffs on a short chain and indicated a large metal ring attached to one of the bedpost of his large bed that backed onto the elevator shaft Blushing crimson Mark threaded the chain through the loop lay on the bed and closed the cuffs in his own wrists above his head. He could get them off he knew but he needed the illusion of being forced Alex knew what he needed. He stripped as Mark watched then slowly rolled a condom onto his 9 inch cock and lubed it. He got on the bed and roughly pushed his legs up onto his shoulders and pushed in to the hilt sliding in and out in a slow, grinding. insolent even cocky motion rotating his hips and changing angles “I’m going to twist your mind and make you need and serve me even worship. You are a straight man who can’t cum without a dick up your ass. I'm wearing this condom because you don’t deserve my seed and you will come to need me so much you will eventually beg me for it. You will please with me to go off my meds and infect you because deep inside you want to have my baby” he whispered in Marks ear “Now cum for your Master straight boy” and Mark’s cock spewed weeks worth of built up cum all over both of them as Alex filled the condom “You are not done yet” Alex said scooping Marks cum off both of then and making him lick it off his fingers and then he pulled off the condom and emptied it into Man's mouth. “I won’t breed you but my cum is to valuable to waste” and he pushed Mark's jaw closed till he swallowed then unbound him and sat on the edge of the bed “Get on your knees and worship ny cock with those straight lips and maybe if you do it well enough I will allow you ti spread your legs for me and put my cock in you so you can cum again. Remember you have to earn it this time” Glaring at him Mark sank to his knees and started to suck. He hated it and he needed it at the same time. Alex was hitting the exact mix of shame and humiliation he needed “And he’s enjoying every second of it, the sadistic asshole” he thought as he pit every trick Farid’s cock sucking training had taught him to work Alex moaned and pushed his head down fucking his throat till he finally pushed him off his cock and onto the bed rolling another condom onto his cock and taking him on his back again fucking almost frantically “Tell me you love me straight boy” he hissed as Mark’s balls started to tighten “I will pull out if you don’t” Mark shot daggers at him with his eyes, knowing this was just another way to humiliate him. Not even Farid had demanded this… but he was so close… “I love you” he said putting as much anger and hate into his voice as he could and that sent them both over the edge Alex kissed him deeply ignoring Mark’s stiff responses and carefully puled out again making Mark swallow both loads and then they slept Mark stiff in Alex’s arms as he had been when Farid had chosen him to keep him warm for the night The next day Alex got him off four more times. Mark never considered the effort he was putting into helping him. “He’s a whore, a tool. He’s only doing this because he is a twisted sadistic fuck and Zeke is paying him” Mark thought needing to believe it The next day he flew back with to the estate Tommy and Zeke but Jason stayed behind Alex and Jason looked at each other as they heard the helicopter take off and when the sound of it faded into the distance Jason opened his arms and Alex sobbing like a broken hearted child fell into them Alex was everything he bragged about. Mercenary and always out for number one. The only person in the world who might have had a chance to change that was Mark who Alex had met on a trip to the estate early in his year of slavery and had instantly, totally fallen in love with him. That hopeless love of a gay man for a confirmed straight one, If Mark could see beyond his own issues he would realize anyone who could afford Alex’s apartment didn't need money. The bakery owner, Alex’s old boss who he was fucking had died and while he provided for his two adult children the bulk of his holding had been left to him, including bakeries in 17 major metropolitan areas around the country, Alex had sold out to the largest baked goods company in the country and now was almost as well off as Tommy and Zeke. A few weeks after meeting Mark Tommy had confronted him. He wasn’t breaking any rules but he was being a total bitch when he could “What is your problem?” Tommy had demanded as Alex skulked around the apartment like a rumbling thunderstorm Knowing Tommy would dig till he got the truth he snapped “I’m in love with a straight man/ OK? I can’t get him out of my head or my heart and I don’t know that I want to. It hurts so much but it’s a sweet hurt I don’t want to give it up because that would be giving up on him and I just can’t yet” “Oh fuck, Alex… Who?” Tommy whispered “Your brother” Alex said brokenly Tommy hugged him and suddenly Zeke and Jason were there too having heard it all. It was something every gay man understood. Most having been there at least once in their lives When the Farid thing had happened Mark never noticed that whenever he needed help it was Alex who was there most of the time and Alex had gone on the meds once Mark’s issues became clear. Alex was going to be damned if anyone else was going to help Mark. Who knew what further harm some random guy would do to him. He even talked to Mark’s therapist about the best way to help him. Alex’s seemingly cavalier offer to help Mark had been a selfless offer to tear himself apart for a man who would refuse his help if he knew why it was made. Yes Alex desired Mark but he wanted Mark to love him back far more “He’s so broken and the only way I can help him is to let him think I am a whore just using him because I get off on the mind games and Zeke is paying me” He sobbed into his brother’s shoulder “He talks to me like he hates me as much as he hates needing me and if I don’t keep up the act it won’t do him any good. I can have his body but that just makes him hate me” Mark came to relieve the pressure most weekends and as soon as he was sated he would leave Alex to hang with his brother and his men. Alex stayed away then though most times Jason slipped down to comfort him Alex lost weight from the emotional trauma he was putting himself through and Mark demanded to see his test results showing he was still undetectable It went on for months and Alex seemed barely alive between Mark’s visits. Zeke made him join them for dinner most nights to keep him from brooding over takeout as he had taken to doing but it really didn’t help much During a summer visit home Tommy asked Mark “Are you coming with Zeke and I to the apartment for the weekend?” “Yeah, I could use a visit to the whore” Mark replied Suddenly Mark found himself spun around and punched in the face so hard he staggered back against the wall then slid down it to sit on the floor in shock Tommy loomed over him his fist clenched and yelled “You fucking self centered asshole! I know you have issues but so do others! You told me just last week that you have not had not had a nightmare about Farid for a couple months! Who do you have to thank for that? The man you just called a whore! Did you ever stop to consider that he is ALWAYS available when you need him? That everything he does is to accommodate you? Did you know that since the first time he was with you he hasn’t been with anyone else? That he doesn’t even get himself off to be as ready to help you as he can be? That he cries because you are so broken? That he cries even more because he loves you while you use him, hate him and call him a whore?” Getting control of himself Tommy continued in a cold voice “You were raped repeatedly. You were mentally and physically abused but you know what I Think? It’s not an addiction anymore it’s your fucking fetish and your way of hiding from the fact that you love getting fucked by and submitting to another man! You are the abuser now! Your attitude towards someone who does nothing but help you is monstrous! HE DOES IT OUT OF LOVE FOR YOU! He gives you exactly what you need and ASK for and you call him a whore to his face. I’m ashamed someone that cruel is my brother” and then he stalked off leaving Mark sitting there open mouthed That weekend the sex went unchanged between them but when Alex demanded “Tell me you love me” Mark finally heard he pain in that hopeless demand and it was Alex who missed it this time when his reply was not filled with hate and contempt “I love you” Mark said softly and Alex continued not really listening. Mark raised his hand to Alex’s chest and said “Stop Alex, look at me!” and then when Alex finally met his eyes he repeated “I love you Alex” and put as much of his heart into those words as he could “ I have been so wrapped up in what happened to me I forgot that you are a human being and not a tool. You are a wonderful, selfless angel of mercy who rescued me not a whore. My brother is gay, at least two of my cousins are gay but I could not face it in myself after Farid took me the first time, Somehow I thought that if I ever admitted I was gay it would somehow make what he did to me justified and not rape. When he took me the 2nd time it just made that stronger and I took all that out on you” “How could you not? You were so injured, so damaged and I loved you so much, All I could think of was helping you. I had to save you no matter what it cost me” Alex whispered “Shhhh Baby” Mark said putting a finger to Alex’s lips “My behavior was still inexcusable. You were doing exactly what I needed how I needed it and I never once thanked you. I hurt you while you did nothing but love me: Mark reached down and pulled the condom off Alex’s cock and moved the head back to his hole “I never want anything to come between us again, If you want to come off the meds I would be honored to carry your virus in me for the rest of my life. Now, please make love to me” Alex slid bare into his lover, his Mark for the first time and made gentle passionate love to him cumming deep inside Mark held off cumming however and after a shy request to fuck Alex bred him back his mental block on cumming without a cock up his ass gone as he finally accepted who he was and that he was in love with another man. “So” Mark said later as they rode up in the elevator to share the news with their brothers and Zeke “After all of that are you going to marry me or what?” When the door slid opened they almost fell through their lips locked together then Alex pulled back and said “Yes I will marry you you idiot!” There was a moment of shocked silence and then cheers from Tommy, Zeke and Jason but Mark cheered the loudest

This sums it up perfectly. I've always had erection problems since 30 years old. Viagra helped, but if a hole was really tight (or even semi tight) I'd have to stroke myself to almost cumming to be rigid enough for a tighter hole. About 6-7 years ago I started using trimix shots and have NEVER encountered a hole "too tight" ever since that day. My dick is pretty rigid, and I can be patient to ease in. These days it's rare for me to even use lube besides spit. I LOVE eating ass!! Depending on the scene I usually try to get the bottom sitting on my face as foreplay, getting my face deep up that ass while he bends down to slobber on my dick. After that, plus my trimix dick I never find a hole that's "too tight".

I started off pretty innocent, all things said. I'd made it all the way through college without getting high once, not even pot. My oldest brother was a serious stoner and dropped out of college, and I never wanted to hear my parents talk about me in the way they did about him. So I was a model child - straight As and drug-free. Right up until I was 23. I'd known I was kinky. My first sexual experiences was jerking off while smelling the undershirts and briefs of my uncles. I'd sneak in and steal jocks from the football locker room in high school. In college, I experimented more, and was 100% sure I was a submissive. I longed for a Dom, but was often too shy to do anything about it. Anyways, after graduating college and joining the "real world", I'd moved to Atlanta and started hooking up here and there. And on one particular Friday, I decided to make a fantasy of mine come true: I wanted to have a guy piss in me after coming. I got online and went to NKP and made a post. I was honest about things - what I was looking for, etc. I got a few responses from men who were definitely offering more than I was interested in, either by partying or they were poz or whatnot. I longed for the darkness they offered, but I wasn't there. I waited for something more my speed. It finally came in the response from a profile that could have been tailor made for me. Nice older black man, in his early 40s, muscular from work, and not a gym, negative and didn't mention drugs in his profile at all. Nick sounded perfect. "hey there, cutie. I see you're looking for something specific tonight". I replied that I was; it had been a fantasy of mine. We chatted a bit more, talking about my interests and limits. Yes, we could do bondage. Yes to oral. Yes that I while I didn't bareback, I knew I'd have to for this. And the big one, no, I didn't use any drugs. Nick said he was in, told me to get myself cleaned out and come over to his place about 8:30pm. I headed over and pulled into his driveway about 8:20. I texted him and he said to come on inside, the door was unlocked. He wanted me to strip and kneel when I got inside. I did so, and then Nick walked into the foyer. He was everything his profile showed and then some. I was smitten just seeing him walking towards me in nothing but a pair of well worn jeans. Nick had a smooth solid chest, tightly curled black hairs covering his chest, and I could see his pubes just above the waistline of his low-fitting jeans. Everything about Nick was my type. "Damn, you are one pretty little white boy," he drawled. His accent was much deeper than my own. "Um...thank you, Sir. Most men think I'm a little too femme." "No worries about that, boy. I like you girly ones even better." He was standing over me and I was shaking like a leaf looking up at him. "Don't be nervous. I can see you shaking. I'll make this good for you." Nick reached around and gathered my long hair up in his hand and held on. He started walking away, pulling on my hair and making me stumble forward on all fours and struggle to crawl behind him to keep up. "That's right, on your knees and trailing after me like a good boy. You was made for this." In the middle of Nick's living room he had a low ottoman and he led me over to it. "Lay your chest over it, boy, with your hands behind your back." I did as he told and he gathered up my wrists and I could feel the roughness of a jute rope wrapping around them and tying them together. "I like to use rope that leaves a mark, boy. This way you'll remember you were bound at my mercy for a few days later....every time you see these marks." I tried to adjust my wrists to get comfortable, "don't struggle too much boy or you'll sure to mark up your wrists and rub em raw. Make sure you can move and feel your fingers. I don't want them too tight." I did as told and let him know they were OK. "Now, lets get these shoes and jeans off". While I was draped over his stool, Nick went about undressing me from the waist down. I was wearing a cute pair of lacy purple thongs and Nick told me how sexy they were and how he was going to leave them on me. He settled back behind me and I sort of relaxed into the ottoman holding my weight, and Nick started rubbing my ass and my hole. I felt him dribble some lube on my crack and jumped at the coldness. "Settle down now!" Nick yelled at me and gave a powerful smack on my ass that had almost had me crying from the start. "I don't want to hear nothing from you, boy, while I work you open. You aren't nearly ready for my cock, so you shut the fuck up and give me your ass to open!" He brutally shoved 2 fingers in all the way to the knuckles right away. I yelped and got another heavy slap on my ass. "Do I need to gag you to shut you up?!"...."No, Sir....I'll be quiet and good." Nick played with my hole....2 fingers....and then a 3rd....then two fingers from each hand and pulling my hole apart. I struggled to keep quiet, because Nick was absolutely not going easy with any of it, but I did. I wanted his cock and piss inside me, and if I had to suffer a little to get it, I would. Working my hole with 3 fingers, I heard Nick lubing up something behind me...and I just assumed it was his cock. But next thing I know, he's moved to my side, has one hand holding my bound wrists in my back and holding me down. His fingers are stretching me wide as he fucks them in and out of me. "Now, faggot, you take this quietly, and don't tell me 'no' or to stop, and you'll get my piss inside you. You pussy out and cry or beg me to stop and I will, and I'll send your ass home." "Yes, Sir, I understand". With that, he removed his fingers and a few seconds later, I felt something hard and blunt pushing my hole. "This is bigger than my fingers, faggot, but you need to wear this to get ready for my cock. Take it like a good hole...like the good hole you said you are." I accepted the tip, but it flared large fairly quickly and started stretching me beyond what Nick had already prepped me for. He knew the moment when I began to struggle because his hand clamped tightly around my wrists and his entire arm held me in place. "Not a fucking sound from you, faggot!". He growled at me and applied more pressure. I was trembling underneath them and fighting to keep from crying out as he pushed it deeper....when I thought I was about to tear into, I felt it pop in, and my ass clinched up around it. "Such a good faggot. Stayed good and quiet, too". Nick was rubbing my back and down my over my ass...jostling the plug a little just because. He paused for a moment and wiped his hands on a towel he had ready, and moved around in front of me. He lifted my head and brushed the tears on my face away. "Here, take a few hit of these and relax....your hole knows it has what it wants and it'll accept it." Nick held an open bottle of poppers under my nose, and I did 4 deep inhales on his instruction....four on the left side and hold....then release....then 4 on the right side and hold....then release. By the time that last exhale the poppers were hitting me hard, and I could relax some around the large plug in my hole. I didn't think I'd ever had anything that big inside me. "You look so pretty, Chase, bent over my stool....wearing my ropes.....crying for me." It was the first time he'd said my name, and I felt like the best boy in the world. "Now, you said you could deep throat, right pretty boy?"...I nodded "Yes, Sir". He gave a low growl and said, "that's exactly what I wanted to hear. Here, have some more poppers and then I want to feel your throat around my cockhead."

I mean both ! Love to feel the raw dick fucking my hole up but then the hot load inside is the cherry on top. Also I feel like if a guy doesn’t cum inside you it doesn’t count as an actually fucking lol 😂

Mark tossed and turned as the memories tormented his dreams. His own commander handed him over to Farid, the local warlord he was in league with helping him smuggle opium. Farid was supposed to make sure he vanished leaving his commander and fellow soldiers without blood on their hands. He had been stripped naked and herded towards the large walled house that was Farad's base a mile or so away as Farid rode in a jeep watching. After several attempts to run his wrists had been bound in front of him and a long rope attached by which he was led by the smirking warlord . When he reached the house he was taken to a room that seems luxurious and his wrists were chained above his head to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Farid had entered and walked around him touching him on his ass gripping a cheek then run his hands over his arms testing the muscles there and finally down to his chest stroking the smooth skin between his pectorals. Mark’s body had always been virtually hairless, a small light brown bush above his cock and a dusting of fine hairs under his arms. “Such a beautiful girl you are” Farid said in heavily accented English as he examined every inch “If you can't tell the difference between a man and a girl you are blind or crazy” Mark snarled back “It would be such a shame to waste one so beautiful” Farid said the front of his loose pants showing a large bulge “I think I will spare your life and instead take you as my new wife” and he leaned in to kiss Mark’s helpless lips thrusting his tongue into his mouth then he stepped back and commanded “prepare her for the ceremony” and exited the room “I’m a man!” Mark shouted “He won’t listen” came a soft voice from the side “His culture demands he only be with women so he calls us girls and makes us his ‘wives’. He killed the first cleric who objected and now they ignore the lie to stay alive. He has the loyalty of so many men and the opium brings him so much money that none dare challenge him” said a slim man dressed in silks. He wore what looked like a fortune in jewels and silver and moved in a particularly feminine way. “I was the first and I don’t mind. I loved him since I was a boy but thought we could never be together. This is a small sacrifice to be with him. I am Assad. If you listen to me your life here will not be unpleasant” “Except that I don’t think I will like being fucked by a crazy man. I’m fine with people being with who they want but I am into women only. I don't want to be another man’s wife” “For you it’s a choice between that and death. I think though you will not even be given that choice. With me it is love though he would never admit it. We were secretly lovers for years. With the others” and Assad indicated four other men dressed similarly to him but not as richly and with no jewels “they were all leaders of rival groups who challenged him. He broke them using their own bodies against them. They eventually gave in to the pleasure he brings and the hopelessness of the situation. There is no escape for them or for you” Mark noticed the other four men would not meet his eyes as they released his wrists and forced him into a perfumed bath and finally into the silks that seemed to be almost a uniform. Farid returned soon after with a cleric of middle years and Mark was forced to kneel next to the warlord as the cleric uncomfortably went through a ceremony in his own language Mark could not understand When the cleric finished Farid stepped in front of Mark and pulled his cock from his pants. It was massive 10 inches at leas darker than the rest of his body and heavily veined. One of the other “wives” pried his jaws open and Farid pushed that huge cock in. Mark’s one attempt to bite was rewarded with a blow to the head that made him see stars, He finally just let it happen actually hoping he would choke to death as Farid fucked his throat but Farid had done this many times and knew when to let him breathe The cleric watched with disgust as Farid pulled out till just the head was in Mark’s mouth and came giving Mark first load of many he would be forced to swallow over the next months He was raised to his feet and Farid kissed him deeply and reached behind him to grip his ass “Tonight I will truly claim you my new bride” That night he had been secured on his back with his legs upland spread wide as Farid took his anal cherry. He had taken his time and worked with fingers and small toys gradually opening the unwilling hole and then “Made love” to him repeatedly throughout the night filling his ass with load after load For the first few weeks Mark fought every time. The worst part was that while he hated every moment his body came to crave it he was mortified the first time his body betrayed him by cumming hands free while Farid fucked him on his back. Eventually he stopped fighting though he still hated it every time. The first time he knelt before Farid and sucked him without even a glare the warlord had gloated “Now you are truly my wife” and the next day Farid’s name in flowing Arabic script was tattooed onto his ass A few weeks later Farid had gone on a trip to sell his opium and secure markets that would last for a couple weeks and only took Hasan with him. The night after they left Mark was awakened by a hand over his mouth. It was one of the other “wives” “We get you out, you bring U.S. soldiers. Free all” he said in broken English and handed him his wallet and dog tags What followed was a night spent or running and hiding as he was led to within a mile of the border. Even with his ID and tags he had a hard time convincing the soldiers that this man dressed in torn, muddy silk clothes was a lieutenant in the U.S. Army. The Army had not raided the armed camp to save the men who had helped him escape because they were not "U.S. personnel" and it would have tipped off Mark’s old unit Mark woke up drenched in sweat in his bed at his parent’s house. This had to stop, His therapist told him the dreams would fade but lately they had come more and more often as a feeling of unease grew in him after hearing that The Army in a joint raid with the military of that country had destroyed Farid’s camp and base. He had found out that his four fellow “wives” had not been found and that rumors said they had been killed when his escape was discovered but most disturbing was that there had been no sign of Farid He rose and showered then threw some clothes in a bag. “Mom, dad I’m going to grandpa’s cabin for a few days” he yelled as he went down the stairs “Do me a favor and check the roof, see if it may need replacing soon” Dad called back as he went out the door He stopped in town to pick up some supplies to restock what he had used last time. They always kept a couple months worth of canned goods for the entire family there in the cellar under the cabin and you just replaced what you used They still called it “Grandpa’s cabin” even though Grandpa had been gone many years and Mark went there often to clear his head Mark parked out front and went to the breaker box to turn on the power as he stepped inside he relaxed. The beauty and isolation of the place calming his nerves. It was a three hour drive to get from town to the cabin through country lanes and then up into the foothills and finally along some tight cliffside roads and yet from the sheer cliff 100 feet from the front door of the cabin you could just make out the water tower the loomed above the center of town. It was less than 10 miles as the crow flies He slept like a baby the first night and rose early for a long walk along the cliff feeling better than he had in weeks as he returned and stepped into the cabin Suddenly a strong arm wrapped around him and a sickly sweet cloth was pressed to his face “Hello my pretty little wife” a heavily accented voice whispered in his ear as he passed out When Mark came back around he was on the bed, on his back, bound in a very familiar position. He looked around in panic and his eyes fixed on Farid sitting in a chair watching him, Assad hovering beside him looking odd in normal men’s clothing “So you are awake beautiful one” Farid said with a malicious smile “How?” Mark asked “Slipping into your country was easy, we have been living in your town for the last month and have followed you here twice now. You disappointed me. Where I come from a wife does not run away from her husband” “What are you going to do with me? You can’t lee[ me forever and you can't go back. I know you are on the run” “They think I am hiding in my home country, they will never find me here. As for you beautiful I am going to break you again and then make many videos of you willingly serving me. I’m going to addict your body to me and then when you feel you can not live without me I will ransom you back to your family. Your rich brother and cousin should be able to come up with enough to buy you back. Your brother is even more beautiful than you are. If I can get my hands on him I will steal him away along with his money and break him as my new wife. Then I will just torment you by posting the videos I make now and the ones of your little brother willingly serving me online" “Good luck ever breaking Tommy” Mark thought. He knew some of the games he and Zeke played. Tommy could take more than even Farid could dish out Then Farid stripped and got between his legs taking his helpless hole with expert skill and easily fucked a load out of him spending the next few days expertly manipulating his body and his mind. He broke completely within a week. He begged to be fucked like a good little wife. He willingly sucked Farid’s cock though a small part of his mind writhed in shame every time. He always had a chain attached to his ankle and secured firmly to the wall. Farid kept the key nailed to a tree you could see through the front door but that was 10 feet beyond his reach Farid used his facial recognition to unlock his phone and text his family that all was fine every couple days but after three weeks the texts became more insistent and they started to call/ Finally a call from Tommy came in and Farid handed him the phone “Answer it and convince them you are fine. If you don’t I will drive back to town and kill one of them” Mark clicked answer video call and Tommy appeared “Mark! Are you ok? Why haven’t you answered for days? Why are you shirtless? If you hadn’t answered today we were driving up there to get you!!” “Who needs a shirt when you are all alone in the woods little brother?” he said standing in front of the curtained window “I’m fine I just need some time to clear my head No need to drive up here” “Dale’s wedding is next week, you better be back for that!” “Dale has always been the sweetest guy in the world. You know I won’t miss that” “”I see those curtains are still there” Tommy said flatly Mark held up his phone to show the curtains. The fabric was a tacky print showing a topless girl in a grass skirt doing the hula, Grandpa had loved it, better and as he did he fumbled it turning it completely to the side for a second then bringing it back to show his face “Yeah I know they are your favorite” Mark said “You are sure you are ok?” Tommy asked “I’m just fine little brother. I will see you soon” Mark said and ended the call “Very good pretty girl” Farid said now on your knees and worship your husband’s cock Tommy stared at his phone as Mark hung up then he looked at Jeff who was sitting next to him “Something’s wrong” they both said “How do you know?” Zeke asked “First of all Mark hates going shirtless. He’s the only male in our family who is completely smooth and for some reason it embarrassed him. He used to wear a t-shit into the pool. Second. You heard what he said about Dale, He and Dale fought like cats and dogs when they were younger. Dale’s mouth got much worse when Mark left for military school. Third, Mark knows I hate those curtains. I waged a years long campaign to get rid of them but the rest of the family always said ‘they were grandpa’s favorite thing’ so they stayed” John’s husband Sal came over “Did you record the call?” he asked and Tommy nodded “Play it back for me” and he stood over his shoulder watching intently “Wait” he said suddenly when Mark fumbled his phone “roll it back just a bit” Tommy took it back frame by frame till Mark’s camera faced the side wall where a mirror hanging there clearly showed two other men in the room “Sal” Jedd said “How long will t take to get the entire security team here?” “Well…” Sal said hedging a bit “You mean he doesn’t know?” Zeke asked “He gets upset when he thinks we are going overboard for his security” Sal said sighing “Your entire team IS here patrolling the estate boundaries and the forest below along with the five I have here usually” We have security?” Tommy asked “What abut in at the apartment?” “Our doorman has more weapons on him than a small army, we have two guards monitoring the elevator, the stairs and even the entrance from the roof on closed circuit TV and also you and Jason both have a man who follows you to school, watches you between classes and follows you home. After the attempt was made on Jeff in Las Vegas I hired them. They will never get shot at you or Jason” Zeke said his nostrils flaring just at the thought Mike nodded “And they will never get a shot at Jeff again” Tommy looked at Jeff and Jason and said “I guess they do love us” Sal made a quick call and within half an hour ten men assembled in the back of the house “Equip yourselves for an armed extraction we have at least two hostels possibly armed and definitely dangerous Twenty minutes later they were on the road. Sal rode with Tommy and Zeke extracting every detail Tommy could remember about the cabin and it’s surroundings. They stopped a mile or so from the cabin and followed as their security forces ranged ahead of them looking for traps and guards As they approached the cabin Sal sent half the team to each side and they waited. Nearly an hour then Sal said after receiving the reports “It appears that there are only three people here. They crept closer and when they were only about 50 feet from the cabin they hid behind some low scrub and again they waited. The unmistakable sounds of sex came from the cabin though the words were indistinguishable then all was quiet After a few minutes the door opened and a slim man walked out holding two large buckets and headed fir a stream about 500 feet away . There was a well but it tended to go dry in late summer and the stream water always tasted so fresh. He was followed by a larger stockier man, shirtless with a pelt of fur on his chest who walked off into the woods with the air of someone going for a walk Then Mark came you a few feet. He was totally naked and a chain ran from his ankle back through the door. He seemed to be staring ar something shiny on a tree a few feet away. A look .though Sal’s binoculars showed a key nailed there With a defeated slump to his shoulders he went back inside. Sal made a few hand gestures and a black figure appeared by the tree yanking the key down then quickly went to the open door Mark looked up as the light from the door dimmed and a man in military gear quickly surveyed the room “Is there anyone else in here?” he asked quietly and Mark shook his head. Then he tossed Mark the key and in less than a minute Mark had freed himself, grabbed his pants from where they still lay after being tossed into a corner and was out the door racing to the bushes where Tommy and the others waited throwing his arms around his brother and clinging to him sobbing quietly There were quiet hugs all around, Tommy taking a few steps back to make room and then there was an arm around him and a knife pressed to his throat as Farid stepped from behind a tree and grabbed him “You will all drop your weapons” he said backing up towards the cliff dragging Tommy with him they all complied “What do you want?” Zeke asked feeling frustrated and more scared than he had in his life "50 million dollars deposited into an account in Switzerland. I will keep this pretty little girl till you arrange it. Maybe by the time you do she will want to be my wife as much as her brother does” “Leave Tommy out of this!” Mark said angrily “Will he break as easily as you did my wife?" Farid taunted backing further towards the looming cliff To his surprise several of the laughed “If you think anything you can do will break my Tommy you are a fool” Zeke said though he hadn’t laughed/ He was still too frightened “I love a challenge” Farid said Then Tommy’s hands snapped up grabbing the wrist that held the knife yanking it out then up to his mouth and biting it so hard the knife fell to the ground Farid’s yell of pain and the loosening of his other arm was all Tommy needed/ His strong, limber body, trained by years of dancing twisted and he broke free sprinting into Zeke’s arms Zeke clutched him and held him as if he would never let go Farid roared and started after him but someone stepped in front of him stopping him “No Farid it’s over” he said placing a hand on Farid’s chest “You will never make it out of here alive if you don’t stop” They were standing right on the cliff edge and as if to prove his words three red dots from the laser scopes of assault rifles appeared on Farid’s forehead “My Assad’ Farid said raising a hand to the thinner man’s face “I have always loved you, you were always more of a man than I was” then he kissed his lover with incredible tenderness as together they toppled off the side of the cliff choosing to end it together with the only person they had ever truly loved They all stared at the spot where had stood and then rushed to the cliff. On the bare rocks over a hundred feet below lay the broken bodies somehow still holding hands Sal, all business, took out his phone and made a call. Within half an hour an air ambulance helicopter landed in front of the cabin and a protesting Mark was flown to a nearby hospital, Tommy riding with him. The doctors kept him a few days because in his distraught state of mind he might do himself harm and then he moved into the estate. He could not faxe his parents right now Zeke hired the best therapist in the country to be on 24/7 standby and Mark started almost daily therapy sessions as he slowly came back to himself. The worst part was that while he did not miss Farid, in fact he hated the man, his treacherous body craved him His therapist explained that more than any drug sexual gratification combined with the twisted mind games Farid perpetrated on him and also the total obsessive attention Farid had paid to keeping him on the edge constantly were addictive. Mark’s protest of “But I am straight! Given a choice I would never touch another man that way” had been met by “Sexual orientation has nothing to do with where you can be made to feel pleasure. All men have the same nerves in the same places and they can be manipulated in the same way to bring the same pleasure. Your body is addicted to those pleasures not the man who caused them. You are no weaker than if you became addicted to heroin because you were forcefully injected every day” “How do I deal with this? How do I stop the cravings?” Mark asked “For the drug addict there is only one solution. Learn to live with the cravings. Since you are addicted to something that is not illegal you have a second. Find a way to scratch the itch… with someone sane this time though”

Chapter 6 it was Saturday night and my girlfriend was due to return from her holiday the next afternoon. I was a little conflicted, I had enjoyed my playground with guys, but I hadn’t missed her. I checked my internet history before wiping it, it was all gay porn or cocksucking porn. Ideally I wanted her to stay away for another week whilst I just explored. However I was going on a night out with my mates, all straight so that would get me in the right frame of mind. We were in town and a few drinks in. I was at the bar getting a round in when I heard a voice ‘Fancy seeing you here! Bet your mates don’t know you’ve been taking cock!’ I looked round and it was Lara from the tattoo parlour. She was with a fit black guy. Instinctively I glanced at his crotch, hoping that Lara didn’t notice. ‘Don’t worry , I’m not going to out you …. But I see you quite like Mike here seeing as you’ve checked out his package already. And yes he has a big cock!’ ‘Uh oh’ was all I could stammer. ‘If you want a closer look go into the last stall in the gents when you’ve got these drinks in, you may get lucky!’ Lara continued. I bought the round and my cock brain had returned. What was I doing , I was in a straight bar with my mates but the thought of Mike’s cock was in my mind. I made a quick excuse to go to the loo to my mates, and waited in the last stall. I wasn’t there long when the door slowly opened. ‘Hello fag, Lara says you love cock, is that right?’ ‘Er yes’ I stammered quietly. ‘Good, then suck this baby’ Mike pulled down his trousers and my eyes widened. It was the thickest cock I had ever seen, and about 8 in sling. It just looked massive. I opened my mouth and as soon as Mike’s cock was inside he grabbed my head and started throatfucking me. I was gagging and gasping breaths where I could before getting used to the feeling. However, before long I heard Mike whisper in my ear, ‘I’m nearly there , swallow it all fag’ I readied myself as he erupted in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some dripped over my chin and down my shirt. ‘You’re not bad, I’ll tell Lara , she”ll get off on that’ Mike said as he pulled his trousers up and slipped out of the cubicle. I wiped my chin, savouring the taste in my mouth. I had to clean up my shirt and think of an excuse. I returned to my mates table.’ Had an accident in the gents? ‘ one asked, noticing the stain where I had wiped off some cum I had spilled. ‘Er yeah, the taps kinda splashed up’ I lied. A round or so later one of my mates said ‘ See that goth girl with the tattoos with that black guy, I reckon she fancies you, she’s been looking at you on and off for a while’ ‘ I can’t see that ‘ I replied, ‘and I don’t fancy getting beaten up by her boyfriend either’ . I noticed That Mike had slipped outside and she was on her own. ‘ Go on speak to her’ my mate said’ she looks the opposite of Jess goody two shoes’ he said , referring to my girlfriend. I played along, and casually sauntered up to her. ‘Mike says your good at sucking cock’ she said quietly before I could say anything.’ And he says he would like to fuck you properly’ .’ I Er um….’ I stammered. ‘ this is a one time offer. Go out to the back of the pub where the bins are, and he will fuck you there… or go and sit down with your straight boring mates. I will come and watch so they think you’re leaving with me. What’s it to be ? . My cock brain was taking over. ‘ I want fucking’ I whispered. Lara grabbed my hand and led me to the door, and outside. she ushered me to the bins. ‘Here, drop your trousers’ I did as I was told as I heard Mike approach. The cold air hit my exposes ass as I felt something cold roughly smeared on my ass. ‘There’s no way you’re straight Neil if you’re bending over for his cock’ Lara giggled as Mike pushed hard against my hole. My ass stung as it stretched to take his girth. ‘Ahh’ I groaned as I felt Mike was splitting my ass. ‘ good boy, I’m in’ Mike growled in my ear as he began fucking me. The pain eased but I was being roughly fucked between bins like a rent boy, as Lara had her hand in her knickers playing with herself as she watched me taking her boyfriends cock. ‘Go on Mike, cum in his queer ass, make him one of us’ she was saying as she was bringing herself off.. my head was swimming with the grunts of Mike and the fucking I was getting until Mike grunted one more time and pushed hard and I could tell he was cumming in me. I was breathless myself as I had taken a pounding. I felt cum drip out as Mike withdrew from my ass. Before I knew it Lara and him had disappeared and I was pulling up my pants hoping the cum leaking from my ass wouldn’t be obvious and seep through my jeans, as I made my way back into the pub, and returned to my mates. I blagged a story about a quick snog and feeling her up to save face and explain my absence, but my mind was wondering where I was heading after tonight….. to be continued…….

Had a free evening so texted if he was up for a second round and bingo, he was ready! Popped up and had a quick repeat of our lunch session, this time a bit longer session and we both dumped 2 loads and I left satisfied. it's fun to find good chemistry with hookups!

Aaron walked over to the bar where Bart and others were at. "Hey I didnt think you were coming over",. Bart said "What do you mean", Aaron responsed "Well looks like you were having fun and he was a hunk. I noticed his hand was on you.", Bart said smiling and lightly brushed his hand touching Aaron's still semi hard cock and wet spot. It took Aaron a bit back especially since he wrapped his jacket around his pants to hide the wet spot on his scrubs. "Cmon i know you are gay and so am i" Bart said smiling and brushed his hand up and grabbed for a quick bit on his now hard cock. Aaron let out a soft moan out of his mouth and quickly got composed looking around making sure no one noticed. The bar was packed and it no one was paying attention that he could see. "So what gives? You didnt like him. He was hot and i get hung too", Bart said laughing "Yeah...he is hot but not my type", Aaron said Bart passed Aaron a shot of vodka and they both took a shot. It helped calm Aaron down. "Cmon lets go sit over here", Bart said Aaron began to look at Bart in a different way. He knew Bart from school and they hung out on occasion. He thought Bart might be gay but wasnt sure. He was a little shorter than Aaron and a couple of years younger. "So what is your type. You dont like the Daddy type? You like young like us? ", Bart asked "No. I am not sure. I do like older just not that type", Aaron said quietly. Aaron went on to explain that Brian was POZ and that he pozzed another guy in his class, Jeff and that Jeff first didnt but wanted it and in fact beggeed Brian for it. Bart listened intently and Aaron could tell he was interested in the story. Aaron and Bart started talking about the sexual history. Bart had been with other guys even fucked. He did mostly as a top but bottom a few time but didnt really care for it. "So you didnt want to fuck him because he has HIV", Bart asked "No of course not! Why would I." Aaron answered "I dont know cause you were clearly hard when you were him and you leaked a lot", Bart laughed again but grabbed Aarons cock under the table and held on to it. "And it still looks like someone is interested in Brian or at least horny and wants to have sex", Bart said smiling "Would you let him fuck you and give you hiv?, Aaron asked "Well first i am more of a top. And no i dont want to get hiv but i also dont ask every bottom i fuck if they are neg so i guess i am not that worried as a top", BArt said "So you dont have hiv", Aaron asked "No i dont. Just got tested last week", BArt said slowly massging Aarons hard leeaking cock "Lets go back to my car and hang out for a while", Bart said

Jason cheered with the others for Mark and his brother with the others and his smile was genuinely filled with warmth but it all hid that little corner of his heart he was almost ashamed to admit existed. The jealous little corner. Now even Alex, his mercenary user of a brother, had found the person who he could honestly build his life around. Indeed he had selflessly been doing that for months and now Mark had finally opened up his eyes and seen what a treasure Alex was and being no fool accepted ALL of what Alex wanted to share with him. Even Alex had found his one special person He felt that hint of guilt again. He honestly loved Tommy and Zeke and they loved him right back and supposedly they were equals in the relationship, but in moments of stress Tommy always ended up in Zeke’s arms, clutched with the obsessive, possessive love they shared but did not extend to him. Jason knew in his heart if he had met either of them before they met each other they would be together and share a love just as intense but he hadn’t. In a different world he could have lived a long love filled life with either Tommy or Zeke. They were three soulmates who could share something wonderful but that central core of love only had room for two ************************ Behind Zeke’s eyes Ezekiel. Unlike all the humans in the room who were focused on the new happy couple, was focused on Jason with sympathy. This was the moment he would realize what he shared with Zeke and Tommy was not enough for him. Not with the blazing example of true love right in front of him every day. Jason was right about each person having multiple soulmates but just because you shared that bond with someone did not mean they were going to be good for you. And there were many other potential matches out there That ”Specialness” he and Gabriel had discovered in Zeke and Tommy together had acted on it’s own again. Once you found a soulmate that part of your senses was supposed to go dormant. Somehow these two had recognized a third and brought him in and in the process took him out the path of a person who would have turned his life into a disaster. If they hadn't changed his life when they did he would have found a brief blazing true love that ended when that lover chose drugs over Jason and he would have been killed for the money in his wallet trying to drag the man he loved out of a drug den Jason would never be totally free of Zeke and Tommy’s love but it was time for it to change. Jason’s futures branched out before him and one in particular was so bright… Ezekiel knew he man was hurting now but his chances at a spectacular life had been vastly improved by his time with Tommy and Zeke ************************** It was summer and they all were around the pool at the estate, The place was so huge that even with Dale and Alan, Alex and Mark, Mike, Jeff and their entire family and even Stefan there they were nowhere near crowded. Jeff and Mike were using the amphitheater on the grounds to stage their next tour with the crew and musicians staying down in town. It was a huge boost to the local economy which was a plus for Jeff and Mike. The two dancers who would tour with them were working on learning choreography from Stefan. Zeke and Tommy were amused that this dance was virtually unchanged from the one they had done in that video they had done with their cousins which had also been "The dance" One of the dancers fell because the other missed the lift and they immediately started arguing. Stefan moving in to separate them. “I can’t do this!” the dancer doing the “Tommy” role said. “I’m never going to trust him not to let me fall!” and he stomped off like a petulant child “If you were in the right place I could catch you!” The other dancer yelled “Well that was fun” Stefan said dryly, his eyes narrowing in thought then he snapped “Jason! Limber up and get that pretty white ass up here! I know you know this one you and Dan did it for your finals! We need to get Jet up to speed!” Jason shrugged and pulled off his shirt then began to stretch. He and Jet went through the moves slowly a few times making sure they were on the same page then Stefan started the track and as had happened magically to another pair of dancers in the not so distant past Jason and Jet flowed into the dance moving like water, merging and separating in almost perfect unison and then that all important leap… Jet’s hands caught Jason's waist as he leapt and lifted… Tommy watched with tears in his eyes from the shelter of Zeke’s arms which he had instinctively sought within moments of the dances start. Memory and emotion took over as Jason leapt he felt Zeke stiffen then relax in acceptance and Tommy knew he knew. It was time to let their boy go. They could both see it clear as day though Jason and Jet would have to figure it out for themselves. Tommy turned his face to Zeke who tenderly kissed him, tears on his face too. It had been the same dance that made their love for each other undeniable Jet set Jason down gently, perfectly and the dance wound to it’s conclusion with them ending up arms extended up and back Jet leaning over Jason who leaned back their faces inches apart as they panted from the exertion their eyes locked on each other’s Stefan clapped and the tension broke Jason heard one of the crew say “I think that other dancer just lost a job” to the guy next to him They rested then ran through it again a couple times each was magical As Jason and Jet walked towards the house, for some reason Tommy had insisted that Jet come stay at the estate, Jason cast a sidelong glance at Jet and when they were out of earshot of everyone said “You were letting him fall deliberately weren’t you?” Jet blushed and said “He has spent the last week trying to get into my pants. He wanted to date me too and I have Kip to think about so yeah, I was hoping he would do exactly what he did though I didn't think the would find the perfect replacement so quickly” “I’m not that good and I’m still in school I can’t go on a national tour” Jason said blushing “I guarantee you Mike and Jeff will offer you the job before the day is over” Jet said Jason waved that away “Who is Kip? Your lover?” he asked “My son he was 18 last week” and at Jason’s look of confusion he said “I was 13 when he was born and his mother was 14. Her parents were very religious and made her keep the baby. My parents insisted on genetic testing and he’s 100% mine. He’s the best and brightest thing in my life. I didn’t have to worry about him making my same mistake either because he came out when was nine and literally told his grandparents to go fuck themselves if they didn’t like it. He will be coming with me on the tour and I want to concentrate on him before he heads off to college in the fall. Hr got into an Ivy League school on a full academic scholarship and thank god he does not ant to be a dancer like his old man” “31 is hardly old” Jason said smiling as Jet boasted about the son he obviously loved like every father should love his son Jeff and Mike offered him the job at dinner and he started to say no but Stefan cut him off “Don’t be stupid Pretty Boy” He said in that assertive way he said everything “This is the opportunity of a lifetime and will look damn good on your resume” “He’s right Jason” Tommy said “But you and Zeke” Jason started “Will be here when you come back” Tommy said knowing wgen he did come back it could never be the same “You always have a home with us” Zeke agreed “You are more than a lover you are family” and it was settled. No matter what happened Jason would be financially taken care of. Against his strenuous objections Tommy and Zeke had set up a fund for him that he could not take as a lump sum but rather paid him a monthly salary that a fortune 500 executive would envy for the rest of his life The next day Kip arrived It was astounding. Kip had longer hair but it was the same golden brown, the bodies were mirror images of each other as were the faces except for a few smile lines and where Jet’s blue eyes held a calm steadiness Kips were gleefully wicked. They even moved the same way. The easiest way to tell them apart was the small tattoo on Jet’s shoulder that looked like a rose from a distance. You didn’t see the biohazard symbol in the petals unless you were very close. It was obviously Mike’s work His first day there Kip flirted outrageously with everyone but when he spotted Jason he froze “That’s going to cause issues” Tommy said quietly to Zeke as a look of adoring puppy love formed on the boys face “They will figure it out” Zeke said “Keep your nose out of it” Jet saw the look too and quashed his own budding feelings for Jason who was only three years older than Kip. A much better match and he wanted his son to be happy The tour got underway a week later and Jason was glad to have so much to do as an excuse to put off Kip who pursued him like a bloodhound. He even tried slipping into Jason’s room not realizing he still slept with Tommy and Zeke and getting an eye full of some very kinky sex before bolting from the room blushing crimson. He had even told Kip he was poz in an effort to cool his interest but Kip had just said “So? I can take meds” It was not that Kip was unattractive. In fact he was downright adorable and similar to what Zeke and Tommy felt for him there was something there But Jason knew who he wanted and his name was Jet. When they danced together it was electric. The first night of the tour as Mike and Jeff sang their platform rose up like a pedestal in the middle of the stage and they danced every movement saying “I love you” to each other, their eyes full of unspoken emotion and Jason was sure Jet felt it too but all Jet did when approached off stage was push him at Kip It was maddening He and Jet were meant to be together and literally everyone in the country knew it except Kip and Jet Videos of their dance went viral and by the third night of the tour their picture as they finished the dance, their faces inches apart, was on every newspaper front page and every social media platform overheated with the question “Will they just kiss already?” Certain politicians and church leaders had a herd of cows over it but most people ignored them They hit the morning talk shows promoting the tour and when the question was asked Jet would smile and say “I think Jason is already taken” but the sad, hopeless look on Jason’s face told a different story Kip could be forgiven. He was 18 and in love or the first time. He continued to pursue Jason and his antics almost melted Jason’s heart a few times. When this boy found someone who could love him back that man was going to be the luckiest man on earth but Jason was not that man The final day of the tour Kip had cornered him once again and in his frustration at being blocked from making a final plea to Jet that he y just blurted out the truth to the love blinded fool “Kip, you are going to make some man so happy someday and part of me wishes that man was me but I don’t love you. I love Jet and even if he never returns it I will go on loving him for the rest of my life” Jason said Kip’s entire demeanor changed instantly “You want to make my dad happy? You love him? What the hell are you waiting for? Go get him!” Jason wanted to strangle him at that point “He keeps pushing me at you you idiot!! You have not been exactly subtle about chasing me but I remember the first guy I fell for and how he deliberately crushed me. I was trying not to do that to you. But all you could see is what you wanted and Jet saw that too! He wants you to be happy and we are closer in age so…” Kip’s eyes were wide “Oh my god! I’m such a selfish prick. I just would not take no for an answer because you never actually completely pushed me away I thought there was hope” It was 10 minutes till their final dance and Jet passed them heading for the platform. “Come with me he said and dragged Jason along after Jet “Dad! Stop!” he yelled and Jet turned “Jason has something to tell you and you need to listen to him” Kip said pushing Jason forward Jason swallowed and said “I have never come right out and said this but I love you Jet” Jet’s jaw set in a stubborn line “You want me to take the man my son loves away from him? You would be better off with him. I don't love you and I’m to old for you” he said but the lie was in his eyes “Dad!” Kip groaned “Will you climb down off that fucking cross? You don’t get to tell Jason who he gets to love especially when, now that I’m not being a selfish brat, I can see how much you love him too! It's in everything you do and say! Go for it Dad! How many more chances are you going to get at your age?” Don’t you just love young people? “But I am poz!” Jet blurted out his final line of defense “So am I! Did I never tell you? Everyone in our group is poz” he stopped short of outing Mike and Jeff and their family too though “I’m so used to everyone knowing it never occurred to me to tell you I guess” “He told me weeks ago” Kip said ruefully “To try to get me to back off” The lights flashed. They had two minutes and they rushed onto the platform for the last time and it raised them out before the screaming crowd who were there to see them just as much as to see Mark and Jeff this was their last chance… They danced and it was even more magical than before, like they were both fully in it this time and as they finished the band and the crowd fell silent as Jason looked up into Jet’s eyes pleading silently… The entire internet exploded with two words from thousands of phones in the arena then echoed over and over by happy romantics everywhere om the web “THEY KISSED!” Jet looked down into Jason’s eyes and gave in to the love he had felt since that first dance. His arms slowly descended to wrap around Jason and pull him to him, their lips finally meeting. They didn’t even hear the roar of the crowd that shook the entire arena or see Jeff and Mike looking up at them with huge grins on their faces all they knew was the feel of their lips touching for the first time, the taste of each other’s mouth and the knowledge that they had finally and forever found the one they were meant to be with When they got back to the estate some minor changes in living arrangements had been made. Jason and Jet had their own suite much like Tommy and Zeke’s and Kip had his own room as far away as the house permitted. They were also told they had an apartment in the same building as Zeke and Tommy’s but it was only half of the 5th floor Jet had looked confused then Tommy explained “We have loved Jason since the day we met him. He is family to us and we want to keep him near. Because he loves you, you are now family and Kip is your son so he is family” Then he looked at Kip “There are a lot of gay men in and out of this house and you can assume they are all poz and will infect you if given a chance but none will approach you or pressure you. If you approach them and do not ask for safe sex all bets are off though. We wanted to make sure you understand the rules we play by. We are all vey free sexually but you don’t have to be” “I can’t live off Jason’s family for the rest of my life” Jet said stiffly “Here he goes. Getting back up on the cross again” Kip groaned “I don’t think you will have any trouble with money” Jeff said “The tour office has been contacted with four competing book offers, two offers to turn your story into a Broadway musical and seven to make a movie out of it. They want to make a fucking Hallmark Holiday movie out of it somehow but that’s not the best movie offer, Mike and I are waving any rights we or the tour migt have had because of your contracts but our lawyers will sort through the offers. You are family after all” Jet stood with his mouth open During this exchange Kip had been casting what he thought were subtle glances at Zeke from down the hall Tommy stepped close and said quietly “Well his college is in the city and we will need someone to do the dishes” *************************************************************** Comments and questions welcome Scanbu

If you were paying attention to the news some ten years ago, you know the town and the school I went to. It was that school in the Northeast where 14 teen girls all got pregnant at around the first time. It was a huge story locally, but it got national attention when it was rumored that they'd all made a pact to get knocked-up over the Summer. There was outrage from all sides. It was never proven that there was an actual conspiracy among the girls, but most everybody in the country thought so. They needed to believe the worst. I was a senior that year and can tell you some things that weren't reported. None of these preggos were even remotely cute. They were all skanks. The girls were all kinda dumpy and not real bright. They smoked cigarettes between classes and had started partying in junior high. The pretty girls all hoarded their virtues as they eyed a fabulous future and a rich, handsome husband. I'm not making any of this up. I was at ground zero. I was kind of nobody back then. I was the assistant editor of our school newspaper. I still remember the morning when the superintendent gathered us in his office and said to try and print one word about this scandal. He was the verge of an ulcer as it was and didn't want us to be another problem. He and the principal were ducking CNN reporters every day. My calculus teacher said that there was a camera man on his front porch one night. Another girl talked to "60 Minutes" on camera and was suspended. It was chaos. My closest friend back then was the senior editor, and he was working himself up into a frenzy. I liked Robbie, nut he was an asshole. We shared a love of current events and writing. He had groomed himself to be the next Rush Limbaugh. I was extremely liberal and our debates were intense. At least we both agreed that birth control should be free and separation of church and state was important. We both smoked. When he wanted to sneak a cig, he'd just say "let's go sell ad space". That was our secret code. We'd get in his car, drive around and smoke before eating a bunch of breath mints before going back to class. He never had girlfriends -- mainly because he was obnoxious and pretty fat. He was okay with it because he was so dedicated to building his brand. I wandered if he suspected I was gay since I was a big advocate for homosexual rights. He was on the fence about my views. "Did you hear what that one sophomore said during our staff meeting? That girl with the glasses?" "Her name is Trisha. She is super smart." She really was...had even skipped a grade. "She's a communist, vegetarian bitch. She tried to ignite the whole 'freedom of speech' shit again. It's my job as editor to nip that in the bud. I don't need to piss off the bosses when I have a chance to go to West Point." Seriously? He would never pass the physical. "You gonna be the editor of West Point's newspaper?" He huffed. "There's not going to be any print news in a few years. It's all digital media now. I should have told that bitch to just get an anonymous blog if she wanted her freedom of press. I am so careful on the computer and you should be too...everybody is watching us." I only emailed my grandma and watched silly videos on youtube. I had plenty of opinions but no desire to shout them at strangers. How Robbie didn't -- I had no idea. I was one of the few people who even listened when he talked. "I think I might major in literature." I just wanted to get him pissed off. "Joseph!" (everybody called me Joey, but Robbie never did) "Do you want to end up as a teacher in a shit hole like this? Get an engineering degree. You're good at math." He pulled into the parking lot a van that said 'NBC' on the side. It was empty. The newest rumor was that it was one dude had impregnated all the girls. And also that he was black. And HIV+. Homeless. None of this was probably true. The females in my class were Facebook addicts. Three of them were suspended for discussing 'this issue'. The sperm-giver supposedly lived in the park near my house. I was interested now. The source of the story was practically in my backyard...maybe. Or not. "Hey, Robbie -- I think I'm gonna skip the afternoon and go home. Take notes in Civics for me." What was I thinking? The semester had only barely begun and the rest of my classes for the day were mostly easy. I needed to get away, needed to think. I saw many news vans on my street. The 'culprit in the park' story had apparently leaked already. I was curious to see if any famous reporters were wandering around the park. I'd barely gone through the entrance when some guy in a ABC windbreaker came up to me. "Hi. I'm Phil Bridgeman from 'Good Morning America'. Are you a student at G.H.S.?" I didn't recognize him. "Yeah, but I can't make any comments." "I can make you an 'anonymous source'. Please???" "Well...maybe. Don't describe me in any way. I will be filling out college applications in a few months and don't want to piss off the administration here." "Can I record our conversation? I'm a terrible note-taker. It's just for me and not meant for air." I agreed, but never told him my name -- lust in case. "So I guess you're here because of the latest rumor." "Yeah. Let's go sit over here and talk." We settled at a picnic table and he brought out his little pocket tape recorder. It looked very Wal-Mart and not professional at all. He was maybe in this mid 30's and not bad looking...maybe Italian. He had that Fonzie nose and a bit of facial stubble. "You're not on camera ever?" "No. Not yet. I hope I am sometime quick before I lose more hair." "Oh. Isn't that William guy bald?" I watched Good Morning America when there wasn't school. "Yeah, but he's got a 'morning personality'. I don't look like a guy people want to see first thing in the morning. Anyway...what's it like being in your school right now?" "It's a distraction, but people are getting tired of it." "Do you know any of the pregnant girls personally?" "I know them as classmates, but not as friends." "Oh. That's too bad -- we're all trying to figure out why they would do this." "I've been wondering that too. My buddy thinks it's because they all want little dolls to play with, but I'm not so sure. There has to be more to it...don't you think?" "Conservative media thinks it's because they don't have fathers at home and because liberal schools are teaching sex ed." "Ugh. Sounds like my dad. He blames MTV as well." "Do they teach sex ed at G.H.S.?" "No. There's health class and biology, but nothing specifically about sex. Most everybody lost their virginity by freshman year anyway." "Have you?" "I'm not telling you anything personal, Todd." "Sorry. I am always full of questions....occupational hazard." He switched off his recorder and put it in his pocket. "It's okay. I guess I'm not going to be much help." "No. I think this whole 'blame game' angle is the one I'll go with." "I think it's ignorance too....an unawareness of consequences. I'm starting to think it's a rebellion issue as well. We're all trying to prove how mature we are. I only started smoking because I knew my parents would not approve. I spent a lot of years trying to spite them. Maybe if I had the anatomy, I'd have gotten knocked up too." I felt I could speak freer now that it wasn't on tape. Todd looked at me for a long moment. "That's good. You're onto something." "But there's the erotic element too. They want a fuck that actually counts for something...fulfills a fantasy. It's what they think 'love' is." "Wow. You're a good analyst. The girls are submitting to a dick full of dna that will turn them into someone else." "Exactly. It's hot if you think about it." He looked at me, puzzled. "Uh...yeah. We're all just mammals with a need to mate. Is that what you mean?" "Yeah. I don't think that's a groundbreaking story, though. I think you guys are wasting your time here." "But there's an angle somewhere. What about the homeless black guy who was the breeder?" "I doubt it. I've lived here my whole life and never saw a homeless person." "Let alone a black person. This area is solid white. Would you ever go out with a minority?" "I don't know. Probably. This off the record: I've never even gone out with a girl." "A guy?" "No! Why did you even ask that?!" "Sorry. I have an instinct for things. It's not offensive...I'm gay." He waited until I'd absorbed that piece of information. "My lover is black and travels with me sometimes. He's too afraid to leave the hotel because there's a racist vibe here -- no offense." "You're right. He's right. We're not as bad as Boston, but it's not easy for anyone different around here." "Oh look -- there's that guy from 'A Current Affair'. Total jerk." I lit up a cigarette. "Your school day is almost over. I should go to the parking lot and try to get some more quotes." "Go stake out the area behind the industrial arts building...that's where the stoners gather. They'll have an opinion and don't care about getting suspended." "That's a great tip! Look -- I don't know how many more days I'll be here, but let me give you my room number. I want to talk again." Yes. OK. "Um...Todd...This is off the record, but I'm gay too." "I kinda knew that. Any dude going to that school full of sluts and has never been laid? I won't say a word." He wrote down his room's phone number and bummed a smoke. We walked out and went separate ways. I felt weird. I'd never 'come out' to anyone before, but I just confessed it all to a national reporter. I was probably insane. I went to my room and listened to a CD by some woman named 'Katy Perry'. Robbie was in love with her and had magazine photos of her taped up in his locker. He practically demanded that I buy this music. I ended up really liking it. It's hard to believe that was a decade ago. Dad came home and was in a terrible mood. "I'm going to buy a gun, I swear. This town has gone bonkers. That Geraldo Rivera guy just wandered into the firm today and started asking questions. Smug bastard...he's older than he looks on TV too." Mom brought him a drink and retreated back to the kitchen. My dad had a bad temper and none of us wanted to witness the fury. "What the hell is going on at that school of yours? Ed told me they're going to start giving out birth control to anybody that asks...with no parental consent." "I didn't hear that. There's a lot of false information right now. We're all just waiting for it to blow over." "Good goddamn luck. Be sure to thank your hero Clinton for this. Those little whores are going to be sucking at the taxpayer's teat for years." I'd once made the mistake of telling I was a Democrat and he was beside himself. I probably took five years off of his life that day. "I'll bet nobody is learning anything at that school right now." "It's just a distraction, but I just took a test in Physics and got an A." Lie. I actually got a C+, but wanted him to calm down a little. White lies are exactly that. They benefit all involved. "Well, good. I hope you get into M.I.T. and invent a ray gun that sterilizes kids by just aiming it at their crotches. Bring one to me." He was in rare form tonight. Still mad, but also exhausted. "To hell with it...tell your mother I'm not hungry and need to sleep." He loosened his tie and went upstairs. The energy in the room changed dramatically. Mom stepped back into the room. Our moods always brightened when he retreated to somewhere private to be alone with a bottle and his paperback thrillers. "I'll make BLTs for us. Want to come keep me company?" "Sure." "Your father is leaving town tomorrow and will gone for three days. I can make that spicy fried chicken we had on your birthday. Or we can go out to eat. We can go to the mall or a movie. Let's have a fun day. Just us. You will be leaving for college before we know it." "Sounds great. Can we do it tomorrow?" "Tomorrow's a Friday -- you have school." "Can you excuse me from classes...just this once?" I knew she would. My attendance had never been a problem. Ever. "OK. I'll tell them you're running a fever. Just fake it good enough at breakfast so that your father doesn't get mad. After he's gone, we don't have to worry until next week." She seemed to be happy to conspire with me. "Is this all because of the scandal?" "Yeah. It's a pain in the butt just listening to all the whispering. We can't even report it in the paper. Robbie wants me to draw an editorial cartoon that hints at it but is too subtle to get us in trouble. Tall order." "The things you kids have to deal with these days..." "It'll pass. Mom, were you happy when you got pregnant?" She paused while slicing a tomato. "Yes! Oh my, yes! I was a little scared too. We were both thrilled, and your dad was overjoyed when we found it I was carrying a boy." "Was it..." I couldn't ask my own mother she agreed with any of the theories Todd and I had pondered in the park. "I mean... WHY did it make you happy?" "I wanted to be a mother. We tried to have you for almost a year. I wanted a Spring birth, but embryo Joseph had his own schedule." I let the subject drop. We ate and talked about pleasant, mundane things. As I helped her clean up, she mentioned how tired she was. "Why don't you go to bed early?" "Oh I will...in the guest room. I don't want to deal with him until morning." She fried her hands and we left the kitchen. "Don't forget to act sick in the morning." "OK. Good night." It was only a little after 8 PM and I was all alone in the large house. It's funny how life-changing moments can start so small and so quiet. I wanted to call Todd and talk to him, hear his voice. I had no idea why...or did I? I waited until after 9:30 to sneak back downstairs and use the living room phone. I had a cell phone, but didn't want the number to appear on the bill my parents paid. Family Plan. "Hello?" "Todd?" "Yeah. Is this my anonymous source?" "Yep. Did I wake you?" "What? No. We just got back from dinner and were going to hit the bar for awhile. Want to join us?" "Yeah. I have to sneak out. You're at The Crescent?" "Uh huh. Room 301. See you in a few." Oh shit. Did I just set something in motion I'd regret? Probably. Too late now. I changed clothes and combed my hair. Aftershave? No. Not now. Not tonight. I wore a M.I.I. sweatshirt so I wouldn't need a jacket. I went quietly out the front door and had a smoke on the porch. My car was at the curb and it looked so innocent, with no idea where I was going. The Crescent was a nice place and there were so many news vans in the parking lot. The scandal had been good for our local economy. I think I saw a few famous reporters in the lobby, but they had all started looking the same lately. TV people all share a quality I couldn't identify. His room was right outside the elevator. I knocked and a well-built black man answered the door. "Are you Deep Throat?" "Uh..." "Just kidding. Come on in. Todd's getting all fixed up, and I can see why. You made an impression on him." He had a friendly smile. There was a fat gold ring in his right ear. This guy probably worked out constantly. "Hi. I'm...I'm Joe." "Yeah. I'll just call you Deep Throat. Help yourself to the mini-bar and I'll go check on Todd." I opened the fridge and picked out a tiny bottle of vodka. It probably cost nine bucks, but ABC was picking up the tab. Serves 'em right for ever airing "Full House". I could hear their voices from behind the bathroom door. I had a really good sense of hearing that might be genetic because everybody in our house kept the volume down on the TV, and radio. I seldom listened to anything with headphones because I was afraid to miss things happening around me. I heard snippets of conversation from the two men. They both had deep voices that were purposely trying to mute a little. The vodka was gone and I grabbed another. I figured ABC had to pay for "Family Matters" as well. Then they both entered the room. Here he is, Jim...looking all pretty for you!" Jim? It was probably good he didn't remember my real name. Todd looked different than he did in the park, younger. I stood up and said "hi". We didn't shake hands. "I guess you finished your homework already. Glad you could come over." Sit and we'll have a drink and talk. This is my lover, Jack. He's rude." "Hi again Todd. He wasn't rude at all." "You see? I told you I was nice to the little guy." I finished the second tiny bottle of vodka. It burned a little...I could see why people mixed it with juice and stuff." "Well, have another snoot and we'll go down to the bar. There's a bartender there that Jack is in love with." It was nice to see a couple kid with each other. My parents were always very cordial with one another...they were constantly trying to avoid confrontation and debate. Todd fetched me the last of the vodka. I thanked him and tried to make some meaningful eye contact. I maybe could have if I knew how to do such things. Jack on I sat in chairs while Todd sat on the edge of the bed and considered the laces on his boots. Jack seemed very interested in me. "You're 18, right? We could get in trouble for giving you liquor. I am so done with police. So done with judges and jail and shit." "I turned 18 three weeks ago. And I don't have school tomorrow...you news people have shut us down." "Jack's a chef...not a leech like me. But I bet you don't mind a three day weekend. I've got more of the story to share with you. Your tip about talking to that stoner crowd paid off big...I even got a quote from one of the fathers." "Cool. Happy to help. Was it that guy with the neck tattoo?" "I'll fill you in on everything later. It's time to move downstairs." He and Jack fussed with each other about who had a key card for the door. I wanted a cigarette. The bar was sparsely populated at that moment. Todd mentioned that the story had peaked already and about a third of the reporters had left. Finally. I was in a good mood despite the urgent need for nicotine. Jack made us sit in the area where he could scan the bar for an appearance by his crush. A chubby waitress with a Baltimore accent took our drink orders and didn't even ask for my I.D. Todd looked like a million dollars and I was suddenly feeling like a 13 yr. old girl. He'd be one of the teachers all the female students would flirt with. Jack wasn't so bad to look at either, but I didn't completely trust him. "You switched to beer, Deep Throat?" "Yeah. Why do you call me that?" "Wishful thinking on his part." Todd was giving him a displeased look. "Nah, man. It's from Watergate. You probably don't know about all that." I sort of did, but just the basics. "He's smart...top of the class.One of the pot heads told me might be valedictorian." "Doubt it. My friend Robbie is probably going to beat me out. What else did those tell you?" "So much. I'm gonna get a promotion after this. Go get us some shots, Jack. Maybe your bartender will be there." Jack got up and left. I lit a cigarette even though I wasn't entirely sure we were in the smoking section. "Spill it, Todd. I want to know what you found out." He helped himself to a cig from my pack. "What do you want to know, Joey? I described you and they all knew your name. I won't use it. One of the future dads is Ronnie and he told me that he and one of the pregnant ladies was who he dated off and on. One of his quotes was 'she can't hit me up for child support because I don't got nothing.' He said he liked a warm place to put his cock in." "Yeah. I remember him. I tutored him in basic algebra, but I might as well have tried to teach a squirrel to speak French." "They also told me you interviewed them about drug abuse last year." "Yep, but I was cool about it. My angle was that it wasn't really an 'abuse'. Some kids drink early in life and some prefer pot. It was just a vice, a coping mechanism for people dealing with high school hell." "That's good. You're like me...searching for an approach that's not obvious. But I haven't told you the really big news. Are you ready? There actually IS a a homeless guy in the park, and he really has fucked some of the girls. He's not black, though. Just a dark Mexican guy. AND he has AIDS! Can you believe that?!" "Wow." "Does AIDS scare you?" "Maybe. I don't think about it much." "Jack and I are both HIV+. We both agreed to wait until one of us started showing symptoms before going on meds. What are you thinking?" "Uh...I don't know. Why did you tell me all that?" "I thought I'd tell you everything in case we all had some fun tonight. Interested?" Yes. "Sure. Where's Jack with our shots?" Just I finished asking that question, a new waitress came up with a tray of shot classes and a fresh beer. "Your negro buddy sent this over. He's a talker, that one." I had no idea what the shots were. I just downed one and let the fire spread over me. It had taken me a while, but I was finally a rebellious teen. I thought of my dad in some different city, knowing nothing. "Here..have mine too. I want to write tonight. I have an exclusive interview with Miguel -- the homeless sperm donor." "Where are you meeting him?" "Here. I got him a room on the third floor. My video guy is on his way....might even join us tonight. He's gay too, but I don't know if he's poz or not." The story was turning inside out now. Mom was sleeping right now and Dad was probably drinking...with no clue what I was in the middle of. Jack finally returned to our table. "He's not working tonight, I guess. His name is Lloyd and engaged to get married. Idiot. It's still pretty early...why aren't we rowdy yet?" "God, you're such a frat boy. I was just telling him about my successful day." "Let's celebrate! We agreed to show you a good time tonight...NYC style." "I'm pretty buzzed, man.' "Buzzed isn't going to cut it, Deep Throat." Todd's cell rang. "It's the network. Hold on." He walked a few feet away and answered the call. I sat there with Jack. "You ever been fucked by a man?" "What? No! Never!" "Then how do you know you're gay? Gay guys fuck." He was definitely an asshole. "I just turned 18, okay. It's not like this place is full of gay bars and bath houses." "Yeah yeah. I lost my cherry when I was fifteen and I wasn't nearly as cute as you." "Did it hurt?" "Definitely. I almost destroyed the first ass I plowed...and I'm not all that endowed. Not like Todd. Dude's got a giant cock. The camera guy, Nate, is new to me. He might be hung for all I know." Todd finally returned. "They are so psyched that I have the homeless guy for an exclusive. They are going to love me. Oh look! There's Nate." He saw us and walked to the table. Tall and bearded with a lip piercing. Hot. I imagined each one of them naked. Reflex. "Damn, Todd. This is a nice hotel. You must be moving up. What's everybody drinking? I'll get a round." He didn't wait for an answer -- just headed for the bar. I wasn't so sure I could drink any more booze." I watched him walk. Nice butt. "The call was from Mr. Matthews. He wants me to get the culprit's face on camera. We might have to him stoned first." "How?" I'd never smoked weed in my life. I thought it would kill my drive. Robbie offered me some once, but I declined. "We didn't fly here. We drove. It's inside one of my bags. You can't be too careful in airports." Nate returned with four cocktails and passed them around. "Is this kid even old enough to be here?" "Yeah. He's legal, Nate. Sit down." Jack said something about wishing there was music playing. "We're not at a club, you big queen. Be cool." "Why? You two are gonna talk shop and just leave me and Deep Throat just sitting here. Not that I mind." "'Deep Throat'? Wow...I'm late to the party." "He's a student at Conception High School. He's been a big help. You know better than to listen to anything Jack says. I haven't see Miguel since he checked in. He's probably just happy to have a shower and a bed. Let's get there before 10:30. I'm gonna offer him a little smoke-able truth serum. See how that goes." Jack and I continued to drink as Todd studied his phone and Nate went back to his room to get the camera. They went off to a separate table to plan the shoot and conspire. As much as I liked him, this guy had a story to get and a career to boost. "I'm used to this. What do you of Nate? He's not a bad guy." "I like the beard." Bearded men are almost always attractive to me. There must have been a movie or TV show as a kid that planted that particular fetish in my brain. Way back when there was just a trace of testosterone seeping into my system. "Todd had a mustache when we first met. I can take facial hair or leave it. We bonded over weed and kink." "Kink?" You'll find out later. We got left on prom night. Are you pissed off?" No. Maybe a little. I don't know." "Let's leave them to their work shit. We can raid the mini-bar and watch HBO or something." I finished my drink and stood up. I maybe shouldn't have come here. I bumped my shoulder on the door frame on our way out. "Ow!" "Dang, boy...You a lightweight. Need help?" "No no. I'm fine. That was embarrassing, though." as the elevator went up, Jack touched by butt. We passed the third floor where the breaking story was going down. "I been wearing these clothes all day...mind if I change?" I shook my head as we entered the room. "The remote is on top of that desk. Find something smutty on cable." He went to the bathroom and closed the door. OK. I found an imported beer in the fridge and cracked it open. He was running the shower in there. Or maybe it was the sink. I found "American Gigolo" which I think I saw once. You can see Richard Gere's limp dick in this. HBO was showing something about a handicapped kid. Jack walked out of the bathroom, wearing just a white robe. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I needed to freshen up my stuff a little." "It's OK. There's not a plethora of smut on TV tonight." "Richard Gere. I saw him in person once...wearing a fur coat and looking like a wealthy queen. Doesn't do much for me." "I like this movie only because they play a Blondie Song. Good group." "I met Debby Harry at an AIDS charity thing. Bitch is in her late 50's now. But way cool. And short." New York must be a magical place. "I...I can try to find another movie." "Never mind. Go get me something from the mini-bar. You decide what." He had loosened his robe a little. I chose a little bottle of gin. He seemed like a guy who liked gin. "Good man. Drink your beer and let me ask you some stuff." I had a surprise boner that was testing the fly of my jeans. "This one's almost empty. I'll get another." I did and kicked off my shoes, and joined him on the bed. His dick was so close to being exposed. So close. "Settle back. What's going through your mind right now?" "Not much. What did you want to ask me?" "You a virgin, right? Todd assumed you were." Shit. I thought he'd start with questions about my hobbies or something. "Yes. I am. I probably will be for a few more years." "I doubt that. You ever think about black men...you ever been kissed by one? Think you'd like that?" "Well...I probably would like that, Jack. " I could have waited for him to make the move, but I just leaned over and put a big kiss on his fat, fleshy lips. It was electric for me. We stayed in a sloppy lip lock for over a minute. Our faces were covered with warm saliva. I almost had an orgasm right then. "OK then! Nice. Take your clothes off, baby." Let me look at you." I did just that as he slipped the robe off. I was down to my socks as I saw his healthy hard-on stick straight into the air. I took one last glug from the beer and jumped back in the bed next to him. His arms were huge and muscular. I kissed his biceps and shoulders. "You are beautiful, Jack." "I know. I work on this body so I can keep my Sugar Daddy. Todd's OK, but we are not meant to be. Want me to show you some things?" "YES!" "Good answer. Suck on this cock for a while." It was so perfect...I swear it could be in an art museum. I licked it up and down and tasted soap. The head was the color of a bruise and a tiny teardrop of clear fluid was leaking from the piss hole. I took the whole thing in my mouth and tried to move down the shaft. 'Try' being the key word. Turns out my gag reflex was untested and fighting my desires. "Slow down. I guess your throat ain't all that deep after all. Take your time." I felt so greedy. I wanted his fat, brown shaft to fill my throat. I needed air so I pulled away and gasped for oxygen. "I'm new at this. But thanks for letting me do that, Jack." "OK. My turn to do something for you. Lie back. I lied there completely naked as his dark, muscular body covered mine. It was like a hot, porn fever dream. He moved down and spread my legs. He was tonguing my ass while jacking my dick. Wow. I was excited, scared and lost in pleasure. I'd never felt anything like that...hadn't even imagined it. Was this really happening?? He used his strength to just flip me on my stomach. He continued rimming me until I thought I couldn't it any longer. "You like that, Jim?" "God yes! Can I do that to you too?" "Later. I got to fuck that little bubble butt now. Let's try it with no condom on at first. You agree to that?" Did I? Yes. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?" He didn't answer because he was too busy rooting through his duffel bag. Maybe he was going to put on a rubber after all. Nope. He was greasing his fat dick with some lube I never caught a glimpse of. He worked a few oily fingers into my hole. "You're tight as hell, but pretty relaxed from my tongue.This probably won't hurt too much. Just relax and be patient...it'll feel so good eventually. " He lowered his body down and prodded my ass with that cock of his. Exciting! I tried to open my whole body to the experience. He jabbed my hole and I thought I'd die. Damn! "Ow! No, Jack. Let's stop for a second." My forehead was covered with sweat. "Relax. Open up for me as best you can." He had no intention of pulling out, and kept moving in. And then SLAM! Jack was all the way inside me. His hairy pubes were soft on my butt cheeks. "Shh. You're about to feel really good." He was right. My body had recovered from the stab of pain...and gave over to the delights of being fucked. He went at even pace and his hot breath warmed the back of my neck. He was an expert at this...he knew all the buttons to push and all the switches to flip. I shuddered as if I was cold. I came all over the bed. His dick must have enjoyed my shuddering and clenching because he was moaning and pumping even faster. I understood why couples videotaped themselves having sex...I so badly wanted to see his super muscular butt bucking up and down on top of me. I had just come, but my dick was getting hard again. As my mind was traveling the stars above, he said "Shit! It's all yours now, baby." His seed was a part of my future. This was the feeling so many people craved -- a mixture of pleasure, surrender and the feeling that your life was different now. "Wow. You're amazing, Jack. I mean...wow." We each composed ourselves a little. "You OK? Need the bathroom?" "Maybe. Yeah. I'll be right back." I was fine, but I needed a little time alone to process everything. The soreness down there was bearable and also pleasant in a weird way. I guess it was good that it was done, and there's no way I could make a different choice. There was another white robe on a hook in the bathroom. I put it on. I needed a cigarette, but I'm pretty sure this was a non-smoking room. "Everything okay? I got you another beer." I put my clothes back on. "You leaving already? I feel so cheap!" He was chuckling at his own joke. "I just need a smoke. Be right back." The elevator stopped on the way down and Nate stepped in carrying an impressive video camera. "You're going home? It's not even 1 yet." "Nah. I need a cigarette." "Cool...can I join you?" We stepped outside the hotel and stood near a big standing ashtray filled with clean white sand. "How'd the interview go?" "Oh man! We got some great stuff. This guy finally decided that he didn't want his face shown, and I don't blame him. He'd be hunted down and killed. Dude is dumb as hell, but he at least knew that much. Hell...I better go edit all this stuff now. Be cool and drive safe." The word 'safe' seemed kind of ridiculous now. A few minutes later I went back through the lobby and ran into Todd. "Well..what have we got here?" He had a devilish smile. "Oh. I uh..." "I went back to the room and the whole place smelled like sex. It's okay. I'm not mad at either of you...just wish I would have been your first. How does it feel?" "Fine. Good, actually." "Let's go somewhere. I found a little secret place on my way to Miguel's room." The place he found was a small utility room on the third floor. "It's not exactly very clean or comfortable here, but there's a lock on the door." I knew where this was going. So be it. "Can you handle another dick in you so soon? This dick right here?" He'd fished his meat out through the zipper. It was bigger than Jack's, but not as pretty. It was so heavily-veined that it looked as if earthworms were climbing up from the base. "Yeah. It's an interesting dick you got there, Todd." "Why not get a closer look?" I was down on my knees so fast. I guess I could have played along and pretended to study it, but the time for coy games had long since passed. I started kissing and licking it. It didn't get any prettier as it became fully hard. "That's it. Yeah. Take that cock, kid." He grabbed the back of my head and humped my face. His technique wasn't as smooth as his lover's. I didn't mind. I'd already discovered the joys of submitting to a man's dick. Giving myself away.... He bent me over a large cardboard box full of something solid and heavy, and pulled down my pants. This was decidedly less sexy than being in a bed. He probed my ass with two fingers. "Damn. You're still lubed up. Jack's pretty good at that. Let me fuck his load deeper into you and add my own. Want that, Joey? Of course you do. Lower yourself down just a bit...like you're about to kneel down and pray. Stick your ass a little. Like that. Yeah." And then there was that familiar feeling of his cock head prodding my hole. There was nothing smooth or seductive about his approach to this. He just kept pushing and trying to get inside. It occurred to me that it was part of my punishment for not letting him fuck me first...or for having sex with his boyfriend. I just knew he was making me pay. Or maybe he thought it's what I wanted. I yelped once. He hit a spot up in me that Jack didn't or couldn't reach. Todd was crazy with angry lust and just kept thrusting like I was a blow-up doll or something. I wasn't really enjoying this physically. Mentally, however, it was exciting to imagine two different strains of HIV entering my bloodstream. It would go through my brain and heart and do its thing. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the bug, the sex bug. "Gonna come in you now!" He grabbed my shoulders and made one final thrust. "Oh FUCK!" It was over. He pulled out of me and zipped his fly. "Wow. I'll remember that forever, Todd." "You have no idea. Sorry I was a little impatient...I just wanted to breed you so bad. Let's decide now that Jack's cum wasn't enough to impregnate you, but my potent sperm hit the bull's eye. Keep thinking that. I will." "Yeah. I like that idea." "I think I've got another special surprise lined up for you. A gift. Stay here a minute and I'll be right back." He left and closed the door behind him. I pulled my pants up and tried to look normal. The room was weird and I looked around for something, anything to occupy myself with. An ice cold beer would have been nice. Maybe Todd wasn't coming back. "OK." He came back in to our secret room. "Think you can handle another load? Miguel wants a blow job, and neither Nate or I would do it. Ethics and all. But I just told him about you and he liked the idea...especially because you're young and don't have any facial hair. He's a little sleazy, but all cleaned up. You need to taste the same cum that knocked-up some of your schoolmates. You game?" "Why not? I'm a professional slut now." "Good. He's in room # 312 and the door is wedged open a little. Just go in there and say 'Hi'. He'll tell you what to do. I don't think he wants to fuck your ass, though. Seed is seed, ya know? Jack and I have a poz friend who claims he's only ever sucked dick in his life. Maybe bite your tongue or something. Oh wait. Never mind." He kissed me deeply, passionately. The he bit my lower lip and sucked on my tongue fiercely. It was so hot until he clamped his teeth down on the tip.YOW! I knew what he was doing. My mouth was prepped for yet another toxic load. "Thanks, man. I think I'm ready now." "Almost." He stuck two hairy fingers between my lips and drug his nails across my gums and the insides of my cheeks. "Now you're ready. Room 312...just go on in. He's expecting you. I'll be here a few more days. Call again. Here's my business card. Keep in touch, please." I nodded and left. The hallway was silent. I made a mental note of the pattern on the carpet and the way the sconces made little pools of amber light. If only the room was further away. It was right there...a little sliver of TV light was creeping out of the crack in the door. OK. It was time. I knocked softly and went inside. "Miguel? Hi. I'm Jim." He was completely naked and lying on top of the bed. Flat on his back. You can't control the first thing people notice about you. I noticed what a sweet, delicate shade of pink the soles of his feet were. The rest of him was dark brown and hairy. His hair was longish and his beard was so thick and full. His eyes were dark, glistening. "Jim? OK. You like to suck the dick, yes? And you go to the school where some of my girls go?" "Yes. I've been wanting to meet you." "That's good. Get us some tequila from that ice box. TV is paying for it." I did what he requested. Never tasted tequila that I can remember. I handed him the little bottle and opened my own. It stung the little wounds Todd had made in my mouth. "So you live in the park?" "Not now. I'm living here as long as they let me. And then...and then I will go South. I got some cousins in Tupelo, Alabama. Shame to leave this place though, cuz there is so much willing pussy here. And I always need to fuck." He was stroking his nice slab of dark meat. "I'm sort of famous too. I should write a book, but my English is not so well." "I can help you. I'm a writer...or I want to be." "Good. Leave your phone and address with me. Can't use my real name." "Oh I know. I just want to be a part of your story and have you be a part of mine." "Yes. Good. Go bring us more booze. I don't care what." I brought back six or seven mini bottles and bravely lied down next to him. "You are very handsome. Your babies will be so cute. I know some of the mamas." " I always wanted a family...not this way, but there are not many ways for a guy like me. Especially now that there is a sickness in my balls." His dick was rock hard and sticking straight up. It was even darker than Jack's. Almost completely black. "You think this is handsome also?" He flashed a grin. I understood how so many girls had submitted to him and taken his seed. "Let's drink a little more and then you put your mouth there. We watched TV and glugged down the liquor. It was some MTV series with beautiful, young people staying at a beach house. It was practically porn, but everybody's clothes were on. Boring. I just looked at him jerking off that big cock. "What would you like to be in the book?" "Really? You really going to write it? Give me money when it sells?" "I promise. I'll give you half." "You are so good. I'm sorry but I won't fuck you in the culo . I don't never do that." "It's cool, Miguel. I'll do whatever you want. You set the limits." "Yes. You know what I won't do now...do some of your gay stuff. Want to lick my asshole?" "Yes. I do." "Just do what you want." I leaned over and kissed his hot, hard dick. He sighed loudly. I'd already sucked two dicks in the last three hours...I had a knack for it now. I knew my gag reflex had to be conquered. I amazed him (and myself) by taking the whole dick in my mouth. It was in my throat, hitting spots I didn't know about. If he shot his load now, it would fill my lungs. So be it. He was so verbal. "Fuck! I never want you to stop! Tomar mi semen! Swallow now! Mierda!!!" He let a long rope of cum shoot into my mouth. I made a point of swishing the fluid around over my gums. It was strong-tasting, salty and thick. No wonder he impregnated so many wombs. He lifted his softening cock out of my mouth and the last drops of hot semen soaked his pubes. It was completely white with tiny swimmers. Fertile man. He was sleepy, and I left. I thought about everything. My state of mind was of no importance. I had to go home and sneak back into my room. No time for regrets or sadness. Or anger. All those emotions were useless. I felt some blood in my underwear. I was leaking. Mom and I spent Friday together as my ass continued to drip. We'd see heavily-pregnant women walking around in the mall, and I knew something about them and also about me. We all got seeded because we caved in. We all shared a secret willingness to let a dick change our lives. (to be continued)

The highly improbable event of a western European country turning into a islamic fundamentalist nation is as scary and undesirable as the less improbable event that the US turns into the fundamentalist christian nation that the psychotic christian right is hoping to achieve with their support for Trump. I see no difference between the fundamentalist christian approach of government and muslim extremism. All the hope and dreams of the christian right: banning same sex marriages and abortions, death-penaly-o-rama, war on education, etc sound exactly like what they have in Iran.

I may have said this already but for me a man cumming inside me is the reward for doing my job to please him. It also feels really really good. Lol

There are a lot of guys who plan their conversions and others who never know it’s happening, but I was part of that middle group who hadn't really planned it but let themselves get carried away in the heat of the moment. Like most guys I started out practicing safe sex almost exclusively, except for those rare occasions where I knew the top well, and knew he was neg. After all, who wants to get sick, right? But as time went on I found safe sex less and less satisfying, and began to bareback more, although always with guys who were disease-free. Then I discovered the old bug share site and found that the idea of getting pozzed turned me on. I had no real interest in the reality of it, but the fantasy of being pozzed led to many a hot jack off session. I also found the thought of being pozzed made those occasions where I took raw cock even more intense. I wasn't a bug chaser by any means, but my lustful desires were beginning to drive riskier behaviors. One night I was online at BBRT looking for some action and spied an advertisement that looked to be very close to me. When I clicked on the guy's photos my cock went instantly to full-hard as this stud was the man of my dreams. Well built, without being a gym rat, handsome as heck, and seriously hung. Possessed by lust, I never really looked beyond his pictures in his profile before I hit him up, and and as it turned-out he had just moved into my apartment building so he was literally next door. We agreed to meet and I logged off, grabbed a quick shower, cleaned myself out, got dressed and headed over to his place. When he opened the door it was clear this pictures didn't do him justice. My cock, which was already hard and leaking precum, got even harder. He invited me in and within minutes we were making out hot and heavy on his couch, hand groping each other’s cock. He then stood-up, and invited me to the bedroom where, upon arriving, he slowly undressed me, driving me wild with his touches and kisses. "God, your hot" he told me as he licked the precum from my cock. Suddenly he paused and asked "Dude, you know I'm poz right?" My heart stopped. I certainly had not noticed that little detail, didn't and I really didn't want to get pozzed, but a part of me got even more turned on when he said it. It was weird. I knew I didn't really want the bug but a part of me did, and suddenly that part had an opening. "No man, I didn't" I said "and I'm neg. Kinda like to stay that way, you know?" "It’s cool" he said "Normally I make sure guys know I'm poz before they show up, but you were so close and it all happened so fast." "We can still have some fun though if you want" he said "Yeah, man I'd love to, just so long as you know I won't be sucking you or fucking tonight." "No problem" he said, adding "there are lots of ways to play." As I was already nude he stood up and invited me to undress him, which I did slowly, trying to build the same excitement in him he had in me. When opened his pants I discovered an obscenely huge bulge in his briefs with a perfect thick cock head that was leaking precum sticking above the elastic waistband. It was the cock of my dreams and I wasted no time completely removing his shorts, and working his balls and shaft with my tongue, oh so careful to stay away from the poisonous tip. Soon we were on the bed, I was on my back and he had my cock deep in his mouth, giving me the blow job of a life time. I was moaned and squirmed, what few inhibitions I had were being overcome by raw lust. So, when he crouched over my body in a '69' position, his perfect cock dangling over my face, I wanted to taste it sooooo bad. As he worked my cock I worked his shaft and balls, but not surprisingly our mutual movements frequently brought the tip over my mouth, giving me a taste of his poison necter. God, it tasted good. And the fact it was leaking poz juices only turned me on more. I soon lost control and begin deep-throating him with a passion I'd never before possessed. His automatic and natural response to my sucking was to begin fucking my face, pushing his rod deep in my throat. As he sucked me his fingers probed towards my hole and began to massage it causing me to emit low groans of pleasure. Sensing he'd found something, he asked me if I liked being rimmed. "FUCK YEAH!!" was my immediate response and he quickly rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. His tongue found my pussy fuck-hole and began working it, causing me to moan and squirm even more. God, I wanted his cock sooo bad, but I knew it was a decision I'd regret. Then his tongue was joined by fingers and he began opening my boy pussy up spreading it wide. The sensations were indescribable and I'd never wanted to be fucked so bad in my life. "God you have such a tight perfect ass" he moaned "I'd love to feel it wrapped around my cock." "Me too" I told him. "How about I just push in once get the feel and pull out?" I swear my body shook and a chill came over me. I wanted his cock more than I'd wanted anything in my life, especially since it was poz and although my last bit of rational thinking fought against the invitation, I found myself thinking I wouldn't get pozzed from 'one penetration'. "In and out once nice and easy right?" I asked. "Yeah man" he said "nothing you don't want." I felt his cock head rub my now opened and dripping boy cunt and I whimpered slightly. He started pushing in and as his 9" long shaft worked its thick head inside me constant whimpers escaped my throat. My body shaking as I contemplated that this was a real poz cock sinking its way inside me. He sunk it deep and worked it around a bit not fucking me but not pulling out either. "Mmmmm you're hot" he moaned in my ear "you like that in there?" "Ohhh God FUCK YES!" I moaned rocking my ass on his shaft a bit. "You want me to fuck you don't you?" he asked, grunting "You want me to shoot that hot load deep inside you?" Every fiber of my being wanted to reply with a firm 'No' but, lust had taken over. All of my poz fantasies were coming true and reality no longer mattered. "Yes please fuck me" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me. "What was that, boy?" he asked, as his cock slid about half way out then back in deep against my prostrate. "YES, FUCK ME" I cried out and he unleashed his monster cock on my neg ass. Holding me tight he began fucking deeply and I knew his brutal thrusts were doing more than stretching my hole. They were tearing me open creating a path for the bug into my system. There was going to be no escaping it. I lost myself in the lust of it all begging him to fuck me fully yielding my body and my being to him. He was atop me having mounted me so he could fuck his shaft in deeper and harder and he began to whisper in my ear. "You want that poz load don't you boy? Want that neg hole of yours converted don't you?" Totally lost in the moment I responded "Yeah man give it to me poz my fucking hole - ohh fuck ohh fuck." I sensed his rhythm change his cock swelling even more inside me. "Here it comes, man" he moaned in my ear. "POZ ME man GIVE IT TO ME" I cried out as he exploded inside me, filling my hole with his poz cum. The excitement resulted in a no-hands explosion, in what was arguably the strongest orgasm of my life. After we were both spent. I lay there, his cock inside my ass, as I contemplated what I'd just done. I was thinking about dashing off to the bathroom in the vain hope of washing his poison cum from my hole, but he showed me his thick cock tinged with my blood and I knew it was useless, so instead of retreating, I wallowed in his arms. Before long his cock stiffened again and found its way back to my hole. As he fucked another load into my hole, I remember feeling dirty and ashamed I had allowed him to make me into a poz cum dump, but at the same time I loved every minute of the experience. Sure enough it took and a month or so later I came down with the fuck flu. I was another notch on his belt but more to my interest, under his tutelage I became a full blown cum dump pussy boy taking all comers.

A day ago.... Back at the bar Aaron and Daddy Brian started to drink and talk. Brain moved his chair closer to Aaron. "So how long have you been in nursing school", Brian asked "About 6 months just like Jeff", he said nervously sipping his drink "Relax, i don't bite. I like to make others feel good", Brian said smiling "You do, you mean like Jeff", he asked "Yes. I make him feel very good, He loves what i do to him", Brian said as a matter of fact "Like pozzing him", Aaron asked "Yes like pozzing him. He was unsure but in the end he wanted it. He actually begged me for it. And now he is happy", Brian said Brian went on to explain how it freed Jeff to have sex bareback with anyone and to take in all the pleasure in the moment. To truly explore his body, and know his body and get great pleasure from it. And that he was born to be a cumdump whore. Brian could see Aaron listening intently. Brian reached over under the table and put his hand on his leg. Aaron jumped a bit and then calmed dawn. Brian's hand was large and warm and was caressing his leg. Aaron blushed a bit. "He begged for it? Really? Why would he?", Aaron asked "Because he wanted to be free. To have sex bare and not worry anymore. But the main reason why is he begged for it was to give himself to me. To have me own him, to mark him with my dna. He wanted to give himself, his body and soul to me. That is how intimate it is to take someones POZ load knowingly", Brian explained He could see Aaron aroused and his mind wandering. "I cant believe anyone would want to get HIV. I know i dont", Aaron said Brain moved his hand up to place it near Aaron's cock. It was hard and bulging thru this scrubs. "You sure you dont want it? Something tells me different", Brian said and grabbed Aaron's rock hard cock Aaron let out a light moan and partially closed his eyes. "Yes I think someone really wants it. To get fucked bare and give himself to me. To take my strain in him and get marked forever. To get pregnant", Brian said As he was talking he felt Aaron's cock pulse. "No, i dont, its just been a while and i am horny and your kind of hot", Aaron said defensively. "Its ok if you want to. Even Jeff fought it for a long time but when he gave in he was so happy. You saw how happy he was to leave with Will who also is Poz", Brain said now stroking Aaron's cock under the table. He felt a wet spot on his hand as he knew Aaron was leaking. Aaron was so aroused and his head was spinning. How could he be so aroused and horny with the thought of taking a poz load. "HI Aaron", said another you guys around AArons age. "Oh hi Bart. How are you?", Aaron said "I am doing good. You finished with classes today", Bart asked "Yes just grabbing a drink with a friend. Brian introduced himself and they shook. Bart could see Brian's other hand on Aarons leg. "Yeah i see. Well some of us are going to the bar down the road and wanted to see if you wanted to join us but looks like you are having fun here. " he said smiling. "Oh no not at all. Actually i will join you and be there in a bit", Aaron said Bart look puzzled and said ok meet you there. Aaron stood up and put money on the table. "Thank you Brian for talking with me but i really need to go", Aaron said "Need to or want to", Brian said raising his hand that was on Aarons cock and showing how wet it was with precum. "I need to. I better go", Aaron said "Well have a good time." Brian said and put his fingers wet with Aaron's precum to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Yummm. Too bad we could have had a lot more fun tonight", Brian said Aaron looked at him with lust and said goodbye and walked away.