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Part 2 I went home that night so nervous. What had I done? The combination of feelings, regret, lust, shame, pure horniness. That was one of the hottest things I had experienced. Did I just get HIV? I tested myself several times over the next couple of weeks. From what I read online, I was sure to get a positive test within 2 weeks if I was infected. Kept testing negative. Considered myself lucky, but couldn't help feeling that something was...wrong. The man at the clinic recommended PreP - I don't know why I said no. About 3 and a half weeks after the original encounter, I got a phone call from Eric. "How are you feeling boy?" "Good, I went to the clinic and I tested negative" A pause, the sound of disappointment. "I have some boxes over here that need moving, and some other things that need worked. Come over this afternoon" - and he hung up. My heart was racing. I knew I had to go. I had never craved a load like that before. * I knocked on the back door, and walked up the stairs. Eric was sitting there at the table, in his underwear, with about 4 bottles of beer empty, and another just being finished. I was amazed at the size of his bulge - he wore those typical white briefs that older men wear, and his were somewhat worn around the crotch. There was a sizeable wet spot on the front of his briefs. "Well, since you know the drill already, we don't need to pretend anymore - unless you want to." I shook my head no. "Good then, to the bathroom, but strip first." He unceremoniously pulled my pants down, and I pulled my shirt over my head. Just wearing underwear and socks. He then pulled me by the band of my underwear to the bathroom. It looked like it needed a good cleaning, both the toilet and the mirror were dirty. "Well, on your knees next to the toilet boy, if you want a better look" As a I got to my knees, I couldn't help but feel his bulge had gotten bigger. He pulled his thick cock through the fly, it was so much meatier than I remember. Not fully hard, but definitely engorged. He shook it a couple of times in front of the toilet, bouncing up and down. I involuntarily opened my mouth. He showed a small smirk on his face. "Open wider boy." I opened my mouth - he took my chin and pushed it down to open my mouth more, and then put his other hand on the back of my neck. He slowly slid his thick cock into my mouth and down my throat. "Good boy, can't reject my piss if I'm already down your throat. Now hold still." He focused for a second, exhaling, his breathing getting short. "I got an idea for a game - you tell me what beer I was drinking based on the taste, and I'll let you cum where I want. But if you guess wrong, I get to cum where I want. Get ready boy, here it comes." I could feel my throat getting full and warm from his heavy stream of piss. I struggled to keep it all down but kept swallowing the best I could. I heard him let loose a sigh of relief, "That's it boy, keep swallowing" - he pulled his cock all the way out, but kept pissing. Pissed about 6 inches away from my mouth - "Woof, what a good urinal, I got a lot of beer piss left in me." He put his cock back all the way down my throat, hand on the back of my neck, and I felt the stream slow and then stop. I looked up at him, mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, for approval. He gently nodded, then pulled all the way out, wet cock dangling in front of my face. "Good boy, you have improved since last time. Now tell me, what beer was I drinking?" I was so caught up in the moment, I didn't even think about his game. I tried to remember what was on the bottle. I thought for a bit, and then spoke: "Bud Light?" "Wrong, Bud heavy." He pulled his cock all the way out of his underwear this time. His huge balls dangling with an obvious weight to them, and his wet cock sitting on top, complemented by a thick, reddish bush. "Feel my balls boy" - he brought his hand to his balls, "Last chance to back out before I drain them in you." My mind raced, did I really want this badly enough to get HIV? Why didn't I just get PreP at the clinic? Apparently I took too long thinking, because he said "Good boy, now get up and go get on the horse." He walked me over to another room with dim lighting in the center, to what looked like a gymnastics pommel horse at the center of the room, but with 2 levels - all black leather. "There you go, ass up in the air boy. Your ass goes here at the edge, and your knees go here on the lower level, and then your hands go here at the front." I nervously and shakily got up on the "horse" - and once my knees were in position, he locked some straps around my thighs. Then he locked some straps around my wrists at the front. "There you go, I knew you would come back for this thick, creamy load. Don't want you changing your mind, or thinking you are gonna go somewhere soon." He pushed down on my lower back to arch it, and I felt my hole getting more exposed to the open air. "Whewww, forgot how beautiful this nice pink hole looks. I told you it was nice, right Frank?" A different voice, from the corner of the room responded, "Let me get a closer look to be sure". A man seemingly appeared from the shadows in the corner of the room, walked over to me from the front. Blue jeans, t-shirt, biker vest. Full gray bears, skinny, almost gaunt, but with a belly on him. His face looked somewhat gaunt, but not sick, cheekbones sitting high and proud. I was scared, I struggled against the restraints. He walked past me, putting his hand on my shoulder, down my back, and to my ass. He then got down on his knees with his face at eye level with my ass. Eric pushed on my lower back again to arch it, and then Frank pulled my cheeks apart. "Man, are you sure he isn't a virgin? Haven't seen tight pink pussy like this in years." He immediately dove in, and I felt his beard on my ass, and his tongue pushing his way into my hole, forcefully. I moaned, almost involuntarily. "That's it Frank, get him nice and ready", said Eric. I could see him getting hard, quickly. He walked over to my face, his dick bouncing on his huge balls. He shoved his cock in my mouth, all the way to the base, I could barely take it. "That's it boy, suck it. See last time apparently my swimmers didn't take, so I brought over the only person I know who has a higher viral load than me to help finish the job. I'm gonna make sure that ass is converted tonight boy." Between the intense, wet pressure of Frank's tongue on my ass, and Eric's cock filling my throat completely, and my wrists and knees bound to this black leather table, I found myself with tears coming down my face. Eric saw, and stopped fucking my throat, and pulled out with the tip of his cock about an inch away from my lips. "Aw don't do that boy, crying won't do you any good. If you can't keep sucking my cock, then I'll assume your ass is good and ready for it." Frank stopped licking my hole and let out a low grunt, as he got up - "he's ready for it. He's tight, but he'll stretch." Eric walked around me and traded places with Frank. I could feel Eric lubing up my hole, as Frank took off his shirt and jeans. "Both Frank and I have been saving up a load for a week to get ready for this. Need a thick load to coat the walls of your pussy so our swimmers have a...lasting effect. I've also been edging my cock for the last hour or so". I felt Eric push at my hole with his cockhead - not being able to see what was going on made it so much more exciting and scary this time. He pushed with a good amount of force, I felt a huge pressure, but it didn't give and slide in. Frank lifted a small brown bottle to my nose and covered one of my nostrils. He brought his bulge right next to my face. "Inhale, boy". A moment after I started to inhale deeply, Eric pushed again - same result. "Inhale again". This time Eric pushed down on the small of my back, and put one of his legs up where my thigh was on the "horse" for better leverage, and then pushed harder on my hole. I felt my hole dilate, and then he suddenly slid all the way down to the base of his cock. I screamed out in pain. He firmly had one hand on my shoulder, and the other hand on my hip, not moving, but squarely holding my ass down on his big cock, giving me time to adjust. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass. "Hot ass boy, love feeling a tight, wet pussy gripping my meat. Really gets me in the mood for getting you pregnant." He slowly started to pull out and pump in and out. Frank, pulled his cock out of his underwear. Not as big as Eric's - uncut, and with a decent set of balls. I felt a wave of, locker-room smell, for lack of a better word, hit my nostrils. "Lick my balls boy. I haven't showered for 2 days - since you're still in high school, I wanted you to find out what a real mans balls smell like. This is what a man smells like who impregnates girls like you. Feel how heavy they are with your tongue, I got a big load saved up for you boy. And my sperm is strong, it always takes hold." The constant pumping from the back, the fullness of my ass with Eric's cock, and the strong smells from the front had me overwhelmed again. I struggled, and tightened. Eric grunted, "Boy you're gonna get me close if you keep doing that, You know I like it a little wild." I cried out, "Please don't cum in my ass sir, I'll do anything, I'm not on PreP." Eric started laughing back, "Good, I knew you wouldn't be boy, music to my ears. Unfortunately, you lost our little beer game, so this load is going so far up your ass, you're gonna taste it. You're gonna think of my face when you get that positive result at the doctor boy." Eric started picking up the pace, fucking deeply but not quite bottoming out on my ass. Frank was frustrated that I stopped licking his balls to cry out. "Ready for the main course, eh?" He pulled his foreskin back, and then put his cockhead in my mouth. I heard a grunt of pleasure before he started fucking my mouth. Eric was obviously turned on by this, "I thought I'd last longer on my first load boy, but I hope you're ready for me to flood your guts." I cried out and shook my head no, which was difficult with the cock in my mouth. He started to pump fast, bottoming out all the way on my ass, going all the way in with shorter, harder strokes. The sound of my ass clapping with each thrust. "Because, *CLAP*, here, *CLAP*, it, *CLAP*, COMES!" He grabbed my shoulder again to hold me down on his cock forcefully, I couldn't move. Instantly, I could feel his cock swelling and throbbing like never before. I felt such an intense pressure, as he unloaded his full balls in me. I could actually feel the jets of cum a couple of times, before it subsided. Frank stopped fucking my mouth to watch, and got very hard in my mouth. "Squeeze that tight pussy on my cock boy, you're gonna get every drop." I did as I was told, tears still running down my face, I squeezed, as he slowly pulled his cock out. "That's it boy - every drop - you earned it." As the head of his cock popped out, I felt a liquid running down my leg. Eric rushed to scoop it up and push some back inside. "Good boy, can't have you wasting my gift, can we?" Frank grunted in a low tone, "my turn." Frank and Eric swapped positions again, Eric still breathing hard. "Clean me up boy", said Eric, as he put his glistening cock in front of my face. I took it into my mouth, and could taste all of the cum, and my ass. That was my first time tasting my own ass. Frank lifted my ass up, and pulled my cock back so it was pointing straight downwards over the edge of the "horse". "Well that's a lot of precum on that leather boy, looks like someone is having fun!" He took some of the cum, and some of the lube, and started rubbing my cock up and down with one hand, while teasing my hole with his cock head. "I'm gonna make you cum first boy, so you're sober when you feel my load flooding your hole. Don't want you enjoying my gift too much. My balls might not look as big as Eric's, but you're gonna find out how big my load is soon enough." He started putting pressure on my hole with his cock head, while swirling his lubed, semi-rough hand around my cock. Eric spoke up after I had cleaned him, "Wait a minute, I want to taste the last neg load from this boy." Eric came around, and right as he took my cock into his mouth, Frank pushed and slid all the way into my ass in one motion. I couldn't help it, I started cumming immediately, harder than I ever had before, filling Eric's mouth. Frank reacted with excitement, "Oh fuck yeah boy, I can feel you clamping down on my thick cock, keep gripping it boy" He hurriedly started thrusting, his cadence and his breath shortening. "Aw fuck it's like churning butter in here, just the way I like it, I love a sloppy hole." He started slamming my ass, which now started to hurt more than before - I think since I had came, the pain now outweighed the pleasure. "Eric, give him some poppers, I want him loose when I breed him." Eric came around and put the bottle under my nose. I inhaled, and could feel myself dilating again. "Aw fuck that's it, love that loose sloppy hole. Nice and ready, beat up for my toxic sperm to take hold. Here it comes boy!" I could feel him releasing as he kept fucking, a warm fullness, and a huge sense of pressure as my ass was filled. He pumped 3 or 4 more times, and then rested with his cock all the way in my ass. "I always get girls like you pregnant the first time, I have potent sperm boy, you'll see." He slid out, and walked over to the front, and I saw both him and Eric looking down at me and smiling. "Now, you look pretty comfortable in there, so we are gonna leave you there until we are ready for round 2." * End of Part 2.

(This is a true story and first names are also true. Events from 30 Oct 25 night) The quiet hum of the hotel bar in London, Ontario, wrapped around me like a secret as I nursed my beer after a long day delivering my lecture at the two-day professional conference. I'd arrived earlier for the event, stepping out to the wooded trail behind the hotel to spark up a joint, the fresh outdoor air mixing with the weed's mellow haze as I inhaled deep under the trees. The high lingered, buzzing through my veins, sharpening my senses without dulling the edge of my hunger. London was buzzing with club-level hockey playoffs, and one of the teams had crashed in the same hotel—most players had hit the ice earlier, but the post-game energy still crackled in the air. The rest of the team slowly slipped into their rooms to sleep, leaving just two lingering at the end of the bar: Ryan and Chris, mid-forties white-collar pros who doubled as players on the squad, their athletic builds honed from years on the rink and in the gym. They were friends, dressed down post-game in casual polos that clung to their broad shoulders and sweatpants that outlined powerful legs, Ryan's clean-shaven face and strong jaw exuding that executive confidence even off the ice, Chris with neatly trimmed hair and glasses perched on his chiseled features, his frame radiating quiet dominance. I'd changed out of my conference suit into casual clothes before hitting the bar—light grey running tights that hugged my legs and accentuated my bubble butt, the thin fabric riding low enough to expose the deep crack of my ass when I leaned forward. As I bent over the bar to order my drink, I felt their eyes lock on, Ryan's gaze tracing the curve of my cheeks, Chris shifting on his stool with a low whistle under his breath. The exposure sent a thrill through me, my hole twitching under the material, knowing it drew them in like a magnet. The bartender, a younger graduate student in his mid-twenties moonlighting at the bar for extra cash, poured my beer with a knowing smirk, his sharp features and lean build suggesting he balanced studies with late-night shifts. He was efficient, chatting lightly about the playoffs chaos filling the hotel. I caught Ryan's glance first, his green eyes locking on mine with a spark of interest, fueled by the view of my ass. I shifted on my stool, letting my knee brush his as he ordered another round. 'Tough playoffs game?' I asked, voice low, the weed making me bold. He grinned, wiping a hand over his damp polo from the earlier exertion. 'We pulled it off, but with the team crashing out now, it's just us left to unwind after the conference crowd clears.' Chris leaned in, his subtle cologne cutting through the bar's haze. 'You here for the event? You look like prime company in those tights.' Their flirtation hit quick—Ryan's hand grazing my thigh under the bar, Chris whispering about heading upstairs for 'private negotiations,' his fingers itching to explore the crack they'd eyed. I nodded, pulse quickening, my cock stirring against the tight fabric as they sketched the scene: me sandwiched between them, no barriers, just urgent release. The bartender polished glasses nearby, clearly catching every word, his eyes flicking our way, lingering on the heat building and the way my tights outlined my form. We wrapped up plans—my room in ten—and the two guys headed up first, the bar emptying as the last echoes of the team's footsteps faded down the halls. 'Put it on my room,' I told the grad student bat tender sliding my keycard details over. He nodded, jotting down 312 with a subtle grin, the quiet amplifying my anticipation as he locked up. I slipped back to my room, heart pounding, the high turning every step into foreplay. They were waiting outside when I opened the door, polos tugged off to reveal smooth, toned torsos marked by faint bruises from the game and tan lines from outdoor practices. Ryan pulled me in by the waist, his mouth claiming mine in a deep, commanding kiss, tongue probing like he was checking for weaknesses on the ice. Chris pressed from behind, hands roaming my chest, pinching nipples until I gasped into Ryan's mouth, his palms sliding down to squeeze the bubble of my ass through the tights. 'That crack at the bar had us hooked, especially with the team finally bedding down,' Ryan murmured, stripping the light grey fabric away along with my shirt. I fumbled for the poppers in my bag, inhaling deep as they shoved the tights down my thighs, the rush hitting hard, loosening my body and firing up every nerve. Naked now, I dropped to my knees between them, their cocks springing free from their sweatpants—Ryan's thick and veined, Chris's longer with a pronounced upward curve. I took Ryan first, lips stretching around his girth, sucking deep while stroking Chris. They groaned, hands in my hair, guiding me back and forth. 'Skilled tongue, especially after teasing us with that ass while the rest of the guys headed up,' Chris muttered, thrusting shallowly past my lips. The weed kept me relaxed, savoring the musky taste post-game, but the poppers made it electric, my throat opening as they face-fucked me in turns. Ryan hauled me up, bending me over the bed. His fingers probed my ass, spitting on them for lube before sliding two in, scissoring rough against the deep crack they'd admired. I moaned, pushing back, the stretch burning sweet. Chris knelt in front, feeding me his dick again, muffling my cries. 'Ready for bareback?' Ryan asked, voice husky from the exertion. I nodded around Chris's shaft, begging with my eyes. He lined up, pressing his fat head against my hole—no condom, just skin on skin—and thrust in slow at first, then deep, filling me inch by inch. The poppers' wave crested again as I huffed from the bottle on the nightstand, my ring relaxing to take him fully, every ridge dragging inside me. He started pounding, hips slamming forward, balls slapping my skin with wet smacks. Chris pulled out of my mouth, watching with a grin before joining, sliding under me on the bed. Ryan lifted my hips, and Chris guided his cock to my entrance—easing in after Ryan withdrew, his length spearing deeper, hitting spots that made my vision spark. Ryan straddled my chest, jerking his slick cock over my face, dripping pre-cum on my lips. I licked it up, sucking his balls as Chris reamed me, the bed creaking under his powerful drives. They flipped me onto my back, legs over Ryan's shoulders now. He plunged in, folding me in half, his post-game sweat mingling with mine as he kissed me hard. Chris stroked himself beside us, then leaned in to suck my nipples, biting just enough to sting. Ryan's thrusts turned brutal, prostate hammered relentlessly, my cock leaking untouched onto my stomach. 'Gonna fill you up,' he grunted, beads of sweat tracing his defined abs from the rink. I snatched the poppers, inhaling sharp—the chemical high blending with the lingering weed to push me over, my body clenching as I came hands-free, ropes of cum splattering my chest. Ryan followed seconds later, burying deep and pulsing, hot seed flooding my guts, thick and warm. He pulled out slow, cum dribbling from my hole, and Chris dove right in, using the fresh slick to glide smooth. His pace was faster, hips snapping like he was chasing a loose puck, churning Ryan's load into a frothy mess. I wrapped my legs around him, urging deeper, the fullness overwhelming. Another hit of poppers, and I floated as he unloaded, jets mixing inside me, overflowing with each pull back. They collapsed beside me, breathing heavy, cocks softening against my thighs. 'That hit the spot after the game and with the team finally out cold,' Ryan said, tracing a finger through the mess on my skin. We lay there, sticky and spent, until my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Unknown number—hotel line. I answered, voice hoarse. 'Hey, it's the bartender from downstairs—the grad student pulling shifts. Overheard your plans and saw your room on the tab. Mind if I come feel that body under me? Bar's shut down, and the halls are quiet now.' Chris and Ryan exchanged smirks, nodding me on. 'Door's open,' I said, hanging up, cock twitching back to life. He arrived quick, stripping as he entered, his body wiry but toned from campus runs, cock average but hard and ready. Both the guys watched from the bed, stroking lazily as he climbed over me, pinning my wrists above my head. 'Been stiff since you leaned over the bar in those tights,' he confessed, kissing down my neck, tasting the salt. His mouth found my nipples, sucking hard, then trailed lower to lap at the cum on my stomach. I arched, the weed's outdoor buzz still mellowing the intensity, but his weight grounded me. He flipped me onto my stomach, spreading my cheeks to see the mess—cum leaking from my used hole. 'Damn, that's inviting, especially after eyeing that deep crack,' he murmured, diving in with his tongue, rimming deep, slurping the combined loads. I moaned into the pillow, pushing back as he ate me out, his stubble scraping sensitive skin. The poppers bottle was within reach; I huffed it, the rush making his licks feel like fire. Satisfied, he mounted me, sliding his cock in easy through the slickness, groaning at the warmth. His fucks were steady, hips rolling deep, grinding against my prostate with each push. The two guys joined in—Ryan feeding me his semi-hard dick, Chris fingering my mouth. The bartender gripped my hips, pounding harder, the room filling with slaps and grunts. 'Still gripping like a vice,' he panted, spanking my ass red. I clenched around him, milking his shaft, and he came quick—spurting inside, adding to the flood, his body shuddering over mine. He rolled off, spent, joining the pile of bodies. We lay tangled, the air thick with sex and satisfaction, my ass throbbing full, already craving the next high amid the conference whirl and playoff vibes, the hotel silent now with the team tucked away.

This happened a few years ago in SF. One of my rare top moods. A bottom pig I chatted with on bbrt was hosting in an empty apartment. He was blindfolded and ass up on the floor. He said I could do anything so I thought… hmm anything???? I started to stare at that beautiful pink hole…decided I’ll eat it and jerk him off at the same time. He was going nuts as I much suck and touché his hole. As I jerk him off, I used my spit and his ass juice as lube. He was so turn on, he wanted me to stop since he was about to cum and didn’t want to cum before getting fuck. I ignore him and kept it up. He came in such a loud and spasm way, I thought he would pass out. I had a plan, I captured his cum in my right hand and successfully milked him. He was in position still so… I rub his cum on my raw nasty Asian dick and slip it in him. “Now it’s my turn.” He protested saying something about not being able to get fuck after cumming. I ignored him and went on saying “I’m Asian this shouldn’t be a problem.” I told him I’m using his own cum to fuck him with and boy was he tight and super warm. I came twice spilling my seed inside. “Shit, pig, you’re getting pregnant by me and your own seed.”

There’s a treasure island media video “what I can’t see #2” the bottom is taking on dick and loads through the glory hole. In one scene a big black cock comes through the hole. We see the bottom jerk off on his hand. He collects his own cum and applies it to the bbc, turns around and starts back up and fucking himself. The bbc starts pounding the bottom and the audio picks up the grunts and pumps of the wall as the bbc cums in the bottom. Pulling out a drop of cum is noticed glistening on the tip of the bbc’s cock. The proof of insemination. The bottom’s 8th anon load not counting his own. My favorite seen till this day. I search out for the opening clip all the time.

For a few years, I had a nasty fuck bud on the DL named Jed who was a gay porn movie producer. Jed regularly stuffed my pussy with his big bare cock on Sunday mornings while my boyfriend attended choir rehearsal and then sang at two church services. I got my pussy hole ready for Jed’s cock one Sunday morning as soon as I kissed my boyfriend goodbye and sent him on his way. Jed had a 3-story townhouse and an elderly family member with mobility issues lived with him. The family member was always home on the third floor when I quietly let myself in through the unlocked front door. That morning like normal, I stepped out of my shorts and stripped off my shirt as soon as I closed the door, leaving me wearing only my athletic socks and shoes. As always, I turned to face the door that led from the entryway to the garage, with my ass facing the stairway. I heard the heavy footsteps of my buddy’s big feet descending to where my pussy waited for his long hard 9” schlong, and as Jed reached the landing to the open entry way, I bent over slightly at the waist, presenting my ass to him. As he approached me, I heard the guttural sound of Jed sucking up throat snot into his closed mouth and then hocking the loogie onto the lumbar area of my lower back from a good two feet away with amazing precision. I felt the snotball slide into cleft area at the top of my ass crack, gravity causing his throat slime to slide down between my ass cheeks to my twitching pucker hole like a fucking slug on a mission. Because I faced the door to the garage, I could not see Jed as he approached, but I knew he was fully clothed like always, likely wearing a t-shirt, and having his rock-hard cock pulled out through the open fly of his boxers, shorts, or pajamas. The head of Jed’s cock arrived at my twitching hole at the same time as the loogie, and he unceremoniously jabbed his cock inside of me hands-free. As Jed pushed his solid cock inside of me in one fluid motion, I raised myself up straight and his cock pushed my body against the door to the garage. At that moment, Jed belched loudly in my ear, a signature move for him while he fucked me, and I felt my bunghole start to burn from T he must have sprinkled on the head of his cock before coming downstairs. I panicked a bit since I didn’t normally do T, but was unable to focus on that because he immediately started railing me from behind. The experience was so fucking intense that I started to moan. Jeb covered my mouth with his hand as he belched loudly in my ear again and said, “Can’t have daddy hearing my bitch in heat…Come with me.” And with that, he grabbed me tightly around my chest from behind with his right arm and pulled me away from the door to the garage and he turned me about 90 degrees. He opened the door to the garage with his left hand, belched again, and ordered, “Let’s go!” He turned me toward the open door and pushed me through the doorway and into the garage with his dick still buried up my ass. I almost stumbled as I did not see the small step down into the garage, but his impaled cock and his arm wrapped tightly around my chest kept me from tripping. Jed pushed me forward until I was wedged between him and the passenger door of his truck. He let out a loud fart with this cock buried to the hilt, another signature move of Jed's while he fucked me. He belched loudly again as he started pounding my pussy with fierce determination. Jed continued to fiercely fuck me, belching and farting loudly as he used my pussy. After a good long time with his mouth up against my ear, Jed announced, “Jimmy’s gonna take my fucking babies up his pussy. Jimmy’s gonna become my pregnant little bitch!” And with that, he let out a deep moan and dumped his kids deep inside of me. Jed belched again loudly as he pulled his cock out of me, ordering me not to move. I was in a daze as I continued to lean against the side of his truck. I was thoroughly and totally fucked quite literally, and I was still horny as fucking hell. I just needed a moment to catch my breath. My respite was interrupted when Jed jammed his still rock-hard cock back up inside my pussy again hands-free, and I felt a new burning sensation, as he said, “You’re gonna thank me for this later!” I moaned “What the fuck!” in desperation, as Jed said, “Time to give you some more kids,” and he fucked me for another 10 minutes. Jed finally yelled “Time to knock you up and make little Jed Jr.!!!” as he grunted and dumped another few million baby makers deep inside my used pussy. Jed eventually pulled out and announced, “You’re not done yet.” I turned to face him with a look of disbelief on my face. How could he possibly fuck me more?! He smirked at me and farted, as he pulled a small slip of paper out of the pocket of his pajamas and handed it to me. It was an address. I stared at the paper as he told me to get dressed because my pussy had somewhere to be. With that, Jed turned away and walked through the door, back into the front entry, and back upstairs without another word. “What the fuck?!” I thought to myself as I followed him as far as the front door. I got myself dressed and quietly left through the front door, planning my driving route to the address on the paper. It took me about 15 minutes to get to the address. I looked at the clock and realized I still had plenty of time. Between choir rehearsal and the two church services, I had another two hours before my boyfriend would arrive back home. After parking, I found the front door and an access panel to the apartment building. I pressed the unit number provided on the slip of paper and the front door buzzed to let me in. I found my way to the second floor and knocked on the appropriate door. As the door opened, my mouth fell open. The man who greeted me ushered me in and closed the door. He started undressing, stating that Jed assured him I was a good pussy fuck, and my cunt could take care of his morning wood and morning load. As I slowly stepped out of my shorts and stripped off my shirt, the lightbulb went off…Jed produced gay porn…That explained why I was in the presence of a familiar porn star who was in the early years of his career. As he stripped naked, I recognized that 9.5” thick curvy cock. I was mesmerized by his man meat as he said, “You are probably going to need these,” as he handed me a large brown bottle. I uncapped the bottle and used them, as he came closer and towered over me. This guy, who we’ll call “Andy,” motioned me to get on my hands and knees on his couch. He grabbed lube and rubbed some on my puffy pussy with his rough hands and also squeezed a good amount on his big cock. I braced myself as I felt the head of his immense cock at my back door. He pushed in saying, "Open wide and say "aah,'" and I intuitively did as instructed, as I felt the head of his cock opening me up wide. I encouraged him to go slow and he was respectful, but his cock had no choice other than to open me up wide because it was so thick. I felt so stuffed it was like I was fucking constipated. Andy pushed in a bit further and I started to open up more, thanks to the prep work Jed did on my hole. I remembered Jed saying, “You’re going to thank me for this later” when I felt the 2nd burn, and I realized I might not have been able to take this massive cock otherwise. As this porn stud’s cock stretched my pussy, I felt every part of this cock against my fuck tunnel. Andy’s cock was literally scratching my deep burning itch and the more his cock scratched that itch, the more my pussy craved it. I started to moan from the center of my being, and the massive cock picked up the pace. In that moment, I was an uncontrollable bitch in heat that needed Andy’s cock fucking me as if my very life depended on it. I became a horny, incoherent, babbling slut. Andy grabbed my hips and pounded me with the horsepower of a fucking freight train. He finally thrusted forward with a roar that bounced off the walls, and he grabbed my hips with his huge hands, fully skewering me as he dumped his morning load, my pussy having successfully done its job. My eyes bug out and I cried out “oh fuck!” as I simultaneously came hands-free, uncontrollably dumping my load all over Andy's fucking couch… One hour later I was in the shower, touching my puffy and tenderized pussy, thanks to two phenomenal cocks pounding it within an inch of my life. As the hot water washed over my sore body, I thought about all that man meat and how this was a morning I would never forget. I heard my boyfriend enter the bathroom. I opened the shower curtain a bit so I could stick my head out but still be behind the curtain from the neck down. I gave my boyfriend a kiss and asked him if church was good. He said it was awesome and asked me if I had a good morning. I was concerned the wear and tear on my body would give away my secret. “I think I had too much to drink last night because I feel totally wiped out this morning,” I meekly said to him in an attempt cover my tracks and hope a fake hangover looked similar to me being totally and thoroughly fucked by a gay porn movie producer and a well-known porn star. I closed the curtain and returned to showering as my boyfriend stepped out of the bathroom. I stifled a moan as I could not help but stick most of my soapy hand up my totally stretched and wrecked pussy, deeper than it had ever been by a good amount. I felt like I had been run over by a Mack Truck, but I was also in a state of bliss. I got shit-eating grin on my face as I thought about the next time I pulled up a porn video of my new favorite porn star, for my boyfriend and me to jerk off to on our large flat-screen TV screen that consumed a good portion of our bedroom wall. I started to quietly stroke my cock as my boyfriend yelled out that he was changing out of his church clothes and then would start making us lunch…Fuck me, I love my life!!!

Part 2 of 2 I didn’t get off after fucking Skip and I reminded him I have never cum in a guys ass. I’m completely turned on and I came as close as I ever did while fucking him, even edging myself in his hole. I was right on the edge, leaking a ton of pre-cum but when he started riding my cock, the moment passed. I told Skip he’ll just have to fuck me. I pull my cock from his ass, then grab his jock strap, ripping it down and for the first time I see his cock. Damn, this guy is huge, like 9+ inches and a massive girth. While his dick is plump, he’s still not hard but completely slicked up from all his precum. I figure once he gets started, he’ll get hard and I’m really looking forward to him filling my ass. His mouth quickly finds my taint, which he nibbles eliciting a deep groan from me. Then his tongue is lapping at my hole, and I moan louder as he goes deeper. After a few minutes getting my hole ready, Skip starts trying to insert his cock in my hole. Unfortunately, he’s just not firm enough. He tries for a while, gets a bit of his cock in my ass, but it’s just not strong enough to fuck me and slips out repeatedly. I look at him and ask if he’s not turned on and he growls, “No fuck, he’s completely into me but he just doesn’t get hard very often as a result of a lot of intense partying over the years”. Sensing my disappointment, he looks at me and asks if we can take a break. Clearly with lust in his eyes, Skip says he really wants to fuck me and wants to know if I’ve heard of Trimix. I say yes, and he says to give him a minute. He bends down and pulls a syringe from his shorts and heads to the bathroom. After a few minutes Skip returns and while not yet hard, I know from experience with another guy, it takes a few minutes. Lying face down, on the bed, I appraise the beast in front of me. His cock really is impressive. At over 9” and at least, a diameter of 5 inches he is one of the bigger guys I’ve ever been with. He’s uncut and the hood tapers down over his cock head. He’s got a set of low hanging balls, and his sack is bigger than twice the size of my fist. I tell him I will me give him some encouragement and take his cock into my mouth. I grab and start playing with his balls, as my mouth works to accommodate him. My mouth is full and use my tongue to stimulate as I suck. I add my thumb to his ass, as my tongue explores the space between the hood and the head of his penis. I can taste the the mix of his sweet precum he was leaking earlier mixing with a more bitter temains of his dick cheese. The mixture drives me crazy. I can tell my ass play is having him leak even more. He seems to really like it as my tongue twirls around the top of his cock head devouring his cocktail. Slowly, I’m finding him starting to get hard. I lick his shaft as it continues to grow, alternating between his cock head and shaft with my tongue. Before he reaches full mast, I am down to the root of his dick and as his cock expands, I feel him grow, breaching into my throat. I have pretty good oral skills and while I’ve not lost my gag reflex, I can take quite a bit. Skip seems to have perfect timing as he slowly begins skull fucking me. He’s got the art, of skull fucking down pummeling and then lets up just enough for me to catch a breath. Reading me astutely, he plunges back in deep getting his cock covered in my throat slime. We keep this up for a few minutes when he demands to take my ass. As he pulls out his cock his covered in the slimy viscous liquid he has created deep in my throat. Still standing at the side of the bed, he aggressively flips me around and over then grabs my legs to pull me forward. As he pulls my legs over his shoulders, he spits a generous amount of snot to lube on my ass and inserts a couple fingers; quickly working up to three. I tell him my ass juices are pretty good and combined with my throat slime he can fuck me like that. I tell him I like it a bit rough, and if he really wants to get me going that I love it when a guy who is fucking me like this drips sweat and spits into my face and mouth treating me like the slut I am. With another snot drop on my hole, his cock slowly breaches my ass. He goes in slow, letting me adjust but before long he's balls deep. He slowly pulls in and out a few times then says he needs more lube. Skip pulls partially out, hawks a load on my hole and then slams back into me, making me gasp. It hurts like hell as his massive cock soon dominates me. With my mouth open he hawks another load of spit, landing it at the top of my upper lip telling me not to dare fucking lose any as I lick his nectar pulling it into my mouth. As he spits repeatedly on my face proving his absolute control over me. I reach for the poppers and he pauses as I take a couple of deep hits in each nostril and then deep huff from the open bottle. Skip takes a couple hits and resumes the assault on my ass. His tempo increases and he’s soon pounding me like no tomorrow. I finally exhale and take a deep breath as the rush from the liquid lust takes over. I yell out to fuck me deeper and harder as my body melts into his fucking of my ass. Over the next 20 minutes Skip repositioned me multiple times both on and off the bed and my face is covered in drool. We are both sweating like pigs as his jack hammering of my hole continues unabated. Finally, I’m on my back, legs spread wide, holding my knees. His pounding is driving me wild and without even touching myself, I find myself shooting a huge load, drenching his chest and chin as my cum arches with such force. As my hole starts spasming and tightening on Skips cock, he too screams out as he dumps his load into my ass. While I feel spent, Skip is still as hard as a rock in my ass. My leg starts cramping a bit and I drop my knees. He slowly pulls out but tells me he is far from finished. He pushes the cum leaking from my hole back in with one hand as he massages my leg cramp out with the other. He then tells me to bend over the bed face down, feet on the floor. My cock had gone flaccid after cumming so hard. He comments on it, but I tell him, not to worry, it will be back at attention soon. Skip is back on his feet, and he shoves his hard cock back into me, plugging my hole and not allowing any of his seed to escape. He proceeds to fuck me like a buck taking his mate with an animalistic energy that is rarely matched. I can feel his sweat dripping onto my back from his exertion. This guy wants to own my ass and is merciless in his fucking. Slowing down, Skip pulls my butt up higher and slides a pillow under me. He resumes his attack on my ass. At this position, I start groaning as his cock slides across my prostate causing my cock to get hard as steel. With another deep thrust I feel his cock hit the wall near my second hole causing an instant stab of pain. Ignoring the pain, I quickly take a hit of the poppers, knowing what is coming. He pulls out and thrusts back in. As he hits my sigmoid colon, this time, the head of his cock pops through the bend, breaching my “second hole”. As I scream out a loud “fuck”, the poppers rush hits me as he bottoms out with another thrust into me. I begin to push back into him meeting his thrust with a slam of our bodies. As Skip bottoms out deep in my guts, he pummels me in this position for a good five minutes driving his cock deep into my guts. I’m soon slamming into his cock as much as he drills me with all he’s got. Skip finally pulls out trying to catch his breath. He is covered in sweat and is just drenched from the exertion. He falls back on the bed and commands me to ride him so he can cum again. Now as a good bottom, I’ve learned the art of riding cock. On multiple occasions, especially when the top has used something to enhance his cock, I have pulled second loads from guys who claim they rarely cum more than once. As I mount his steel rod, I see sweat continue to roll down his face and his chest is slick. Instantly the sight amping up my desire to get drilled deep. I grab the poppers, take another couple of hits and huff as I let his turgid member fill my anal cavity. I exhale and allow the rush to wash over me as I slowly ride up and down on his engorged member. I increase my pace, and am soon rocking up and down, clenching my ass tight. I find I’m quickly slamming up and down on his cock. I have a profound desire to milk the load from his cock. All the while, this position is rubbing my prostate and I’m leaking like a faucet. As I finally sense Skip is starting to tense up, I squeeze my ass as tight as I can, rocking up and down. He screams out as he delivers another load into my primed ass. His cock is still standing tall and I continue riding him. As my cock clamps down on his cock once again I slow my pace allowing him to grab his breath. I rebuild my pace and sweating profusely as he begins plugging ever deeper, thrusting as he counter my rideslamming on his cock. After a few minutes, I finally feel my own balls contract and announce I’m cumming again. I deliver a second hands free load that shoots from my cock into Skips open mouth. Skip groans as he tenses up and delivers a third, though smaller load into my well bred hole. As I slide off his still somewhat hard cock, I tell him to grab the butt plug for me. I squeeze my ass tightly so as not to lose any cum and with a minimum dripping from my clenched ass, he pops the plug in my hole. Skip is absolutely drenched in sweat and has cum running off his chin pooling on his chest. On my knees I lick my cum off of him and feed it to him as I kiss him. He swallows everything and then tells me to clean off his dick. I lean over and see his cock covered in white frothy cum. It’s tinged with a pink tint and red streaks. As I go down on him, I’m relishing the mixture of his cum, my ass juices and a copper taste from the blood he drew from the brutal assault on my ass. I swallow every drop and then start licking his chest, pits and neck, enjoying my own cum and the salty taste and smell of his sweat. His hardon is starting to subside. I wrap my mouth around his cock as it slowly deflates as I love that feeling when a guy does it to me. I collapse into Skips arms as he spoons me with his cock laying between my legs and under my balls. I tell him what an amazing time I’ve had and let him know, I was right on the edge several times while fucking him almost cumming in his ass. I assure him if I hadn’t slowed down, I was definitely going to spew. He exclaims with a loud “yes, mission accomplished”! He lets me know he needs to run and I suggest we shower off first. We wash each other off and as he we dry each other off. Skip is curious and asks me what my status is. I tell him I’m negative and not on meds. He suddenly looks panicked and says, oh shit man he’s just converted to Poz and has a pretty high viral load. Since you didn’t say anything, I assumed you were poz yourself or on PREP. He says usually tops but occasionally takes a cock as it’s a hassle giving himself an injection at the right time. One night a bunch of they guys were partying pretty hard, and he guess he got really fucked up. The guys thought he was a total tease and evidently gang banged him when he passed out. He woke up the next day, his apartment was trashed, he had a really a sore ass and was bruised in numerous places. When he tried to take a shit a ton of cum spilled from his ass with a couple streaks of blood. He got sick soon after and converted. I pulled him into me for a quick hug, and said, dude didn’t you read my profile? Plus, I saw the tattoo and it turned me on. I admitted I was kind of hoping he wasn’t on meds and how hot it made me. He says he just got the tattoo a couple weeks ago and hasn’t decided if he’s going to go on meds yet or not. While he’s been fucked a couple times since converting, figuring what the hell, I was the first guy he’s fucked since testing poz. I can see he’s not sure and starting to freak out. I tell him, I keep the butt plug handy as I love absorbing a guys cum. I tell him while I’m not a chaser, life happens, and I’d be honored if he ends up being my poz daddy. It sort of relieves his mind a bit but I assure him it’s fine. We head back into the bedroom and after he gets his shorts and top back on, I reach up and kiss him again. It turns pretty passionate, and he notices my dick is starting to get hard again. He’s finally relaxed and reaching down for my cock, he says, you know, if you want to fuck me again, he can stay, just to prove his ass can get me to cum in it. Laughing, I lean in for another kiss and then pull off and tell him as tempting as the offer is, I have an early am flight and really need to get to sleep. But as far as my unspoiled record goes, I had enough pre-cum leaking from me to call him a success and he has popped my topping cherry. Once again I tell him what an amazing experience it was and was one of the best nights of sex I’ve ever had. Skip asks for my cell number, and I type my number in and send myself a text message. As I walk Skip to the door, I give him one final kiss and tell him I get in town often and would love to see him again. He completely agrees and asks me to please let him know when I get the fuck flu.

Cum as lube always gets me hard as fuck. Your story reminded me: A month ago I was fucking a guy in the cruising park late night, there were a few guys in a group play moment. I was getting a bit soft, but I was stroking the guy and playing whith the tip of his cock and he started cumming, a huge load filled up my hand. When I pulled out, I stroked my cock with his cum and I hard as fuck again. Another guy was bent over with his jeans around his ankles, he was sucking a guy, so I rubbed the rest of that cum in his crack and pushed my cock in. Blew my load up his ass a few minutes later. Hard as fucking just thinking about it again.

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Lucky slut! Wish I had Eric and Frank double teaming me right now.

Love piss. Love drinking it from the tap, or even better, have funnel in ass then pissed in, then push that out and have a great drink of miss enema!

I signed up for "The Bareback Pledge" on the following website. I encourage others to do the same and help with the goal to reach 1,000,000 men who take the Pledge! http://anonbareback.com/ The Bareback Pledge I fully, and on my honor, pledge myself today and hereafter to unrepentant Bareback Sex. I pledge myself completely to fearless pleasure in the exchange of Cum. I hereby and forever refuse to live in fear and self-denial. I hereby and forever refuse the delusion of “safe sex.” If I delight in Bottoming, I commit my mouth and ass to the pleasuring of all cocks who desire to use me. I commit to being flooded with as much Seed as is possible, by as many men as possible. If I delight in Topping, I commit to using other men as my Cumholes, filling their mouths and asses with as much Seed as possible, as often as possible. I pledge myself to sluttery, wonton sexual abandon, anonymous hookups, gloryholes, gangbangs, orgies, and fuck fests. I pledge to strive towards completely indiscriminate sex, accepting Bareback encounters from any and all” Yes, bet it known, that I absolutely, and with full intent, commit myself to having as much Bareback sex as possible, as often as possible, with as many men as possible; I pledge myself to making Bareback sex more than a fetish, but a way of life. I make this pledge fully sane, in radical defiance of the anti-pleasure, “safe sex” delusion I’ve been taught. And I fully pledge to do my best towards inspiring others to do the same. NAME/HANDLE ______Pete M_____________________ DATE___11/25/2013_________________

It would be impossible for me to count how many group sessions I've had now, let alone how many cocks I've satisfied. One thing that I love, surprised me and think it's totally hot is that there are no phases to a cumdump party. In porn, there's a blowjob phase, etc. Now, I typically start on my knees with the first cock who can get to be mouth, but within seconds, I've got someone behind me shoving his cock in my ass. The hottest thing is that these guys are getting exactly what they want. He didn't want a blowjob, he wanted some ass. The only real phases are fucking a hole and trying not to cum and some guys skip the second one and cum in thirty seconds. It's all hot. The only downside is that I spend almost all my time doggy or prone. I get it, I give great head and my ass is fat, but I do miss the variety sometimes

Since I'm older (67), I started with bareback sex as the norm. For a long time, I was largely compliant with condom-only, though there were those impulsive moments. As one of my first infectious disease specialists commented, it is unrealistic to expect 100% compliance with condom usage given the strength of the sex drive. It was in the 2010s that a guy I hooked up with (having disclosed my HIV undetectable status) asked as he was about to enter me if I "wanted the load." My response was "This is an option?" If he was okay with it, I felt it would be fine. Shortly thereafter, PeP and PreP became "a thing," and I haven't looked back though I always disclose right up front if there's any question of sexual contact. I had some unpleasant experiences even when only the safest of safe sex was on the menu. So for better or for worse, I filter prospects with an outright announcement of my HIV status. If someone doesn't want to be with me at all given that, then I'd rather know ASAP. Right now I have a few reliable FWBs (met online) who are fine with the whole thing. Occasionally, I'll try someone "new," but it rarely works out well.

Hell yeah. A few years ago I got chatting with an young Italian lad in a bar. He was hot and we got on well. He said he was in London for a two week holiday but didn’t have much money for hotels. I said he could stay at my place if he’d let me fuck him bareback and cum in his arse at least once a day. He agreed and he was true to his word. I bred that boy every day for 2 weeks.

Wish that was part 2 of 3+

Was in London for work this week. Jumped onto sniffies to see if I could find an easy fuck. Within 2 minutes a blank profile hit me up and asked if I had a load to pump. I said yes, asked who wanted it. The reply was something like "I've been at sweatbox for an hour and been fucked by 5 cocks but no one has unloaded in me and I need cum. I'm 20 and lean and cute, you won't be disappointed and I want your seed". I gave him my room number and he was there in <10 minutes. A blond, fair skinned boy about 175cm tall was standing there. He walked right in and stripped his clothes. Beautiful smooth body and caged cock. He had an American accent so I asked him what his deal was. He was in London with his family, from Salt Lake City, mormon boy. I bent him over and his hole was already open...yeah, he had been fucked a LOT today but no cum. I rimmed his hole for just a few minutes because he was begging for my cum...He insisted I lay on my back and let him ride me. He jumped onto my dick and rode like a fucking champion...within a few minutes I was shooting my load deep in his pussy. After a few minutes he grabbed his phone and asked if he could stay and collect more loads. He stuck around for about 2 hours and we got 10 more loads in his hole. I was ready for a second and churned them all in before I pumped my second load into him. His hole was dripping the 12 loads when he got dressed kissed me and smiled and left to go meet his parents.

A lot of bottoms are too shy, afraid or conservative to actually get assfucked and bred the way they think they want to when they're watching porn or trying to hook up. A sloppy hole means I'm fucking a bottom who loves getting fucked and knows how to take dick. It means I get to fuck him how I want to fuck him. Like, you can talk big on the app about how slutty you are and how much you love cum, but I've had enough guys turn out to be awkward and inhibited that I know it's sometimes just talk. A load inside you is like a stamp of approval saying you really are the cumslut you told me you are. There's also a competitive element for some tops, and, if you're one of those, the feel of another man's cum on your dick drives you to outfuck the other men who had the ass you're in. Nothing else can trigger that.

Hey all sorry for the delay. Have people visiting this weekend. I will get the next chapter up as soon as I can. Thank you for all the positive freed back !!

Cum whores are some of the best fucks I've had - someone who needs my cock so bad he'll do whatever it takes to make me cum inside them, but someone I can fuck whenever and come back any time I want more but accepting the fact that I will anyone who asked me. It gets uncomfortable when bottoms get clingy.

I’m having a small group session next week with another bottom and four or five of our favorite top kings. My current master enjoys seeing me take a pounding after he’s had his way and he loves hearing me tell the other guys that this is his pussy and he’s renting it out to them. I used to have a top master who whored me out all the time but he ended up feeling like a cuck when I found a top who put him to shame and he got strung out and messy so unfortunately we had to part ways. It’s a thin line if the top owner has any insecurities or if he’s lazy lol

Andy and Toby had always been closely connected. Only 18 months separated the two brothers, who grew up with their parents in Austria. Their mother came to Europe from Australia for love, married young, and worked as a nurse after the two boys were out of the biggest challenges. The sons had to learn to stand on their own feet early on and take care of each other, especially after their mother's early death from cancer and their father's frequent business trips worldwide. As a result, they grew even closer together. They shared a room and spent their youth together. They were both part of a competitive swimming team. What they didn't know about each other was that the increasingly athletic shape of the swimmer's body played a stimulating role in the brother's mind when he masturbated. Shortly after Toby turned 18, he had another reason to celebrate, as he graduated from school. Their father invited him to join him on a 2-week business trip to New York and while the two older men were staying together in the United States, Andy had to finish his school year. Andy However, he was more than happy about it, as he had the house to himself for 2 weeks and could pursue his curiosity undisturbed. On his way to swimming practice, he had to switch buses at the train station. In the weeks before, he had noticed during the waiting time that the small annex near the bus stop was frequented by shy men. He knew it was a bathroom, but he wanted to find out why so many men visited it. He had a suspicion that excited him greatly, but he wanted certainty. That's why he seized the first opportunity that presented itself and instead of continuing to training, he did as the men did and disappeared into the door. The light was dim and he was glad that he could steal into the first cabin right away. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, he recognized on the walls the graffiti and messages of the numerous guys who had been there before him. This and the ambience and the stench of piss and dirty restroom made his piston grow immediately and he couldn't resist his urge, opened his pants and freed his cock. With 19x5 cm when extended, he was actually very satisfied with his equipment. His brother - at least from what he knew from the locker room and in the Speedo - could say the same about himself. And as with every jerk off, he had to think involuntarily in the cruisy restroom how it would be to have his piston in his hand, but that of his older brother. But something was different. Andy had to realize involuntarily that he wondered if Toby's cock would exude a similarly horny aroma that prevailed on the cruisy restroom, He closed his eyes and horned up at the idea of kneeling in front of him on the filthy floor, and watching with a horny and greedy look as Toby freed the fat hard cock and shoved it into his face. Even though Andy had been nailing his girlfriend regularly for about 2 years, he couldn't deny that he was only because in his imagination he would be the piece that was just being - by his brother. And even though his girlfriend got her money's worth through the regular and frequent fucks and she liked to be violently scolded by him, he had to realize that it was not a phase in which he fantasized about sex with men, because with every time he fucked, he was confirmed to be a faggot himself. At first he was ashamed of himself, but the shame first became indifference and finally a desire and desire to the point of an instinct to which he wanted to surrender at all costs. At this thought, the juice rose up in him and his fat load shot out of him and clapped audibly to the floor in the cabin. With an unprecedented, he collected the with his fingers from his piston to lick it off with relish. Only now did he notice the eyes watching him through a hole in the wall to the next cabin. Surprisingly, he enjoyed this and suddenly felt the need to give the peeping boy a great show. The pockmarked hardness of his part confirmed him, because although he had just spat off fat, he was rock hard. His show did not miss its target and with heavy moans, the stranger next door also lost his slime on the floor. Andy pulled up his pants and found that they were now soaked with the damp bottom of the cruisy restroom and his load. Somehow relieved, he decided that he had better skip the training today and, as he was, should rather go home again. When he got on the bus, he immediately became horny again at the thought, when he realized where he had just been and why he didn't just exude an aroma of sweat on this summer day. but also smelled of the smells of a flap. He could hardly wait to close the door behind him at home and indulge in his again. In addition to the. that he was absolutely ratty he also had to piss and since he didn't have to fear anyone at home, he lay down in the bathtub in clothes, took out his pisser and let the piss run first and soaked himself dripping with it. Immediately he had to think of the cruisy restroom and his brother's beating and how much he would like to wallow in the golden brother shower. Even though it was already the second sperm harvesting that day, he had the feeling that this snotting was even more intense and the load even greater. Soaked with fresh and im-dried piss. Loaded with sperm and completely drenched in sweat, he looked down at himself and had to grin involuntarily. "Fuck, I'm probably a piece of dirt that wants to do it with guys," he said to himself. As if liberated, he removed the traces of his newly lived out instinct - except for his Speedo, which he used as underpants and his white socks. He put them on his bed. He had the feeling that she would give him another situation later. At the same time, he decided that he had to somehow make it clear to his girlfriend as soon as possible to look for a new engraver, because like her, he also wanted to suck cocks and swallow sperm or feel cocks inside him. It horned him that she liked to be just slutty and literally demanded his cock. Today, however, he had become aware of two things: He wanted to do exactly that and the following day he would disappear into the cruisy restroom again. However, he wanted to go soon after school to spend as much time as possible there. The fact that he actually had swimming training didn't matter to him now.

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Wednesday morning I got a text from my poz bbc top I've been playing with and he asked me if I was in the mood to fuck. Lol I told him I'm always down to take his big thick poz cock. He mentioned he had a buddy that wanted to rearrange my insides. Less than a half hour later I was face down ass up getting fucked by 2 thick poz black cocks. They tore me up. Both gave me 3 or 4 big loads. They left me worn out dripping cum.

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I was 10. Had already pubic hair and was already quite experimental with my own body.

3. Introducing the older brother Toby When her father announced that he had to fly on a business trip for 2 weeks after graduating, Toby knew it was time to find out if his little brother was also a gay pig like him, or if he was just imagining his furtive glances. He himself wished that it were not imagination, but curiosity and this desire had been there since he had started swimming together with his brother. 3-4 times they had to go to the swimming pool for training plus to the competitions in different cities that took place at the weekend. And although Andy was a little younger, Toby thought that his brother's tight Speedo swimming trunks looked much better. In addition, Andy was also a bit more ambitious and did the strength training sessions more consistently than he did, which is quite noticeable in the changed physique and thus Andy became an always looking pig weekly. The fact that Toby would come out to turn the kinky brother sex he fantasized about with Andy into reality did not bother him at all. He liked guys that had been clear for a few years at the latest, since Toby met Marcel, a brother of a classmate. He was two grades above him and officially Toby took tutoring from him. He also got it, but not in school topics. It all started when Toby saw his tutor by chance in the park, letting a guy suck him quite revealingly. Toby, who came by drunk from a party, spoke to him curiously. Marcel also seemed a bit screwed up, but not really surprised, but asked Toby briskly if he wanted to have a butt sucked or if he wanted to have a piston in his face. The coarse direct manner immediately horned Toby and he got down on his knees a little at a distance from the current brass player. Marcel grinned broadly and indicated to him to wait. Time seemed to stand still for Toby because he just wanted to taste the 18x6 cock. Marcel, however, seemed to like to let him fidget and see how Toby had no choice but to wait endlessly as the other mouth did what he wanted to do. But even the sucking pig knew that Toby was waiting and looked up into Marcel's face increasingly devotedly and begging for sperm. It almost seemed as if the dedication and passion with which the blow job was given had increased enormously with the appearance of Toby. When Marcel got rid of the load shortly afterwards, the disappointment was written all over Toby's face. But Marcel noticed it and with the last pump, he pulled his boner from the cunt, which was tasting the taste of the alpha sperm, and turned to Toby and released him from his waiting position. While he began to suck the last drops of sperm out of Marcel's fucker, he turned to the other passive sow: "Hey faggot, I hope you enjoyed it, because that was the first, last and thus the only time you served me. You can blow horny, but you are a disposable cunt because you only thought of yourself and did not want to share. He here, on the other hand, and pointed to Toby, did what a slave has to concentrate on primarily, on the needs and satisfaction of the top. Let this be a lesson for you, maybe next time you will remember that there is only one thing for a Dom that is more awesome than using a sow: Namely to have a 2 sow with you, who submit at the same time and now fuck off!" Quite puzzled and still cleaning the corners of his mouth, the other set off. From above, Marcel now asked Toby when he would next have an entire day off. Toby was able to answer: "Tomorrow?!" "Excellent. Be ready from tomorrow morning 08:00 a.m. I will call you and give you precise instructions. Do not you dare call me. If you follow the instructions, many of your wishes, which I already suspected the last few times and discovered in your eyes today, can come true. If you do not manage to follow the orders, this will also be the last time for you, that will be done together. Do you understand?" Toby nodded and thought of jerking off at home first. But Marcel guessed his thought and continued: "1. My decisions are the only ones that are relevant to you, from now on. I want you to pay attention to whether you will make any decisions by tomorrow. If so, let it be and write down the cases. When we meet tomorrow, you will explain them, and I will decide. Clear?" Toby nodded again. "2. You go on the direct way home, you will only go here on a cruise with my express permission or on my explicit instruction." Toby wanted to protest, because he did not really want to cruise, but before he could say anything, Marcel snapped at him: "You're like any other cunt, don't fool me, you sucked my piston, you would have served anyone else!" "There's something to it," Tobi had to admit. "3. If you were planning to you at home: you would not do that. You will prevent yourself from Cumming at all costs if I am not there, or if I allow you to. This also applies if punters commit an offence against you in the future. By the way, I'll notice in your eyes and your whether you've relieved yourself." Surprised, Toby looked up at Marcel. He had just taken the moment he had just been looking forward to and gave him an additional task in which he had to suppress his urge to jerk off. "You can do it, my little pig!" Marcel added with a diabolical grin. "4. In case you missed that: Yes, you will go to work for me. As a pimp, I have the responsibility for you, so this is my instruction. You will hold out your cunt for cash as a prostitute, in a fuck shed or wherever the paying customers want to use you and you will not only do that, but you will passionately please everyone I choose for you. You must at least make me believe it. And here, too: I notice when you're faking." After a short pause, he added: "That means 'Yes sir'!" Toby brought a slow "Yes, sir!" "You can be a little more convincing. But we're still practicing that." "And 5. Finally, you do not care how customers pay for your services. But at our last meetings in the first part, when you really got tutoring, I already foisted the in or another drug on you. Now you can know it, because your fuckers will pay with me either with cash or with chems. What you get from it or not, I still must think about. I like it when guys who are high lose their inhibitions. Gay sex among men then becomes horny. So, something to look forward to" immediately Toby replied "Yes, sir!" Visibly satisfied, Marcel said: "You learn quickly! Everything else tomorrow. And now make sure you get to bed. Enjoy the hours until my call. And set an alarm clock. I will call you tomorrow, then the decision is yours: If you do not answer, you have decided against all that, if I hear your voice, you have decided for it. So, there is only 0% or 100%, a boring life with every now and then horny fucks or as a drug hooker in my possession!" With these words he made Toby kneel and disappear into the darkness of the park. Toby wondered if all this had just happened. He tasted the confirmation. Although he had only gotten a few drops of Marcel's sperm, his intense taste was unmistakable. It was what he had always found the coolest thing about the "tutoring sessions". They always ended with Marcels Cumming off. And Toby never missed the opportunity to taste the sperm and wanted to do so in the future. Suddenly it became clear to him that this was not a decision, but only a possibility. With a kind of anticipation and relief, he ran home and had the receiver in his hand to tell Marcel of his decision, when he remembered red-hot: "I'll call you tomorrow!" He quickly hung up. He almost messed up. He had to be patient, but the shock of almost endangering it with the call brought him to another realization: Following the instructions tomorrow was the right way. In his deepest and fantasies, the components that Marcel enumerated and promised also appeared. But how did he know that? And how much else did he know? It was as if Marcel had guessed Toby's most animalistic urge without much effort through his simple gesture and offered him the opportunity to live them out. Toby wondered increasingly panicked whether Marcel only suspected or knew only these or even more things, or even all of them, even the abnormally depraved ones. A shiver ran down his spine and for a moment he was determined not to answer the phone the next day, but at the same moment he realized he wanted to make up his mind. To refuse the offer would be a mistake, but Toby didn't know what he was doing until he suddenly remembered something Marcel said to the other pig when he had Marcel Toby in his throat: he had done what a slave has to focus on first and foremost: on the needs and satisfaction of the top. And he belonged to this category. Marcel had recognized it in him, even before him: He was a slave. And he wanted to be one, everything felt right about that. With a grin, the alarm clock set at 7:50 and full of anticipation, he fell into a deep sleep. He felt this anticipation when grinding into his twitching piston, but since he was not allowed to anyway, it was easy to ignore it.

I love piss from the tap

Part 2 Continued: There I was, bent over with Ginger's amazing tool in my mouth and some random guy's load in my ass. I knew it was wrong, but I was definitely enjoying this experience. Ginger pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned me around. I knew where this was headed but this time I didn't fight it. I didn't even try to say no. Using my spit, Ginger's precum, and the stranger's cum, Ginger slowly slid his thick cock into my willing hole. He went slowly and gently. He knew he was thick and couldn't just ram it in. I still needed to relax and help. His cock wasn't going in easily, but we managed it in the end. Once he was balls deep, Ginger started to really fuck me and I was in heaven. This cock was the thickest I'd had in a long time and it was battering my prostate and sending me into a state of bliss. Of course, in a public beat like that, you can't stay there for a long, slow fuck, so Ginger sped up and seemed to be really trying to destroy my hole. I hoped my boyfriend didn't want to fuck tonight, he wouldn't even touch the sides. I had to brace myself against the wall to help with Ginger's onslaught. The pounding on my prostate sent me over the edge and I shot my load hands free. All over the wall in front of me. My ass tightened as I came and that sent Ginger over the edge too. I could feel his dick pulsing and throbbing inside me. He stopped cumming and stayed deep inside me, both of us panting to catch out breath. His cock softened but it was still thick enough that it never just slipped out. We had to separate and pulling out actually hurt and made me wince. Ginger tidied himself up and left the cubicle. I was still leaning against the wall, pants still around my ankles. Ginger hadn't even bothered to close the door. I heard footsteps approaching and had to act fast to get the door closed and locked before the new guy walked in. I didn't want to be caught in that kind of compromising situation. The new guy must have gone to the urinal because the second cubicle remained empty. I was glad. It gave me a few moments to clean up and get myself in order. I didn't need yet another cock to come through the glory hole. I couldn't. I was supposed to be monogamous. As I left the cubicle, once again vowing that I wouldn't return, I'd be faithful to my boyfriend, I glanced at the urinal and was horrified to see one of my boyfriend's friends standing there, presumably cruising and looking for fun. I rushed out as quickly as I could hoping to escape before he saw me. I think I succeeded. I hoped my naughty secret was safe and I once again berated myself for my actions. I wouldn't do that again. I couldn't do that again. What if the friend had been there earlier? What if he'd been the one to use me through the glory hole? No, I couldn't go back. That was a close call. I'm sure he hadn't seen me. I went home with two loads inside me, one from a stranger with a nice cock and one from a hot ginger with a thick pleasure-giving chunk of man-meat.

Chapter 16: Trapped Between Truths Helixion Genetics, Main Quarantine Tent. Quarantine camp. REDACTED LOCATION 12:07 MST. 31-Oct-20XX “General Krell, I’m truly sorry to interru-” the small, mousey looking man in a lab coat and glasses said, interrupting the General and Tex as they began the tour of the main Quarantine area. The large white tent was set up at the entrance of the newest building on the site, still under construction but having at least a secure shell, HVAC, and several holding areas for the labs.. “I am busy, Johnson,” Krell replied, an air of arrogance as he spoke. “I’m sorry it's… it's just that Dr. Grant…” Tex watched the lab tech continue, clutching a clipboard to himself as if he could use it as a shield against the larger man. “He… we already sent a team out and he’s refusing to come in. Keeps saying he was fired and doesn’t answer to the company and…” “God damn it!” Krell shouted, anger in his voice as he grabbed the man’s clipboard and threw it to the ground. Tex watched as the man lost his temper. He’s even worse in person than he was last night, he thought to himself. Raging dickhead doesn’t even cover it. “I don't care if you have to take a team of armed soldiers over to that ungrateful bastard’s house and drag him out by gun point,” Krell continued, his thick finger shoved hard into the small man’s chest as his voice raised in volume. “Get over there and get him. NOW!” The smaller man shook at the yell, turning around and running away, leaving his clipboard and rushing off. Tex had to get a message to his now partner in what likely was a dozen crimes to warn him… but how? Suddenly, he got an idea and picked up the clipboard, before continuing to walk behind Krell as his tour continued. They stopped first at the hot lab, with a set of thick biohazard suits in the antechamber and several hose lines for air up in the ceiling. “As you can see, we got the mobile BSL-2 lab set up and rolling while we wait for the CDC to coordinate with us on getting a…” Krell said, droning on as he showed the lab off. Tex stopped paying attention as he quickly pulled out the cheap plastic phone and began to type out a brief message to Elias, using the clipboard as cover. “GET OUT NOW. Krell and his men are on the way to Grant as we speak – with guns,” Tex quickly typed out, thankful that years of texting girlfriends in the middle of class had finally paid off. Tex realized with a start that they had been woefully unprepared for the mission the night before, given the massive amount of resources now available to them after their failed mission inside. Had something like this been available from the start for their team, he could help but wonder if they wouldn’t have been more successful and not currently sitting, infected, in the building they had entered the night before. “Is there something more interesting on that phone than your job there, soldier,” Krell said, noticing as Tex slyly tried to put the phone back in his pocket. Shit. Need to come up with a lie. “Sorry, General, you know how women can be. Girlfriend is sending a list of things she wants from the store and I had to tell her I’m at work,” Tex lied smoothly, hoping it would be enough. “You can tell her later you won’t be coming home for a few days,” Krell said coldly, apparently buying the story on the spot. “I’m going to need you focused as we go into the containment area.” Nodding, he followed Krell through the next set of tent flaps. When he looked at what was inside, his blood ran cold. —-------- Grant Residence. 12:15 MST. 31 Oct 20XX. REDACTED LOCATION. The quiet suburban neighborhood was calm, as one or two neighbors drove by the wide, tree shaded street. Hundreds of red and orange leaves littered the street, floating around in a swirl as each passing car drove by. Elias sat parked in Trevor’s borrowed car, his hands still clenching the steering wheel as he tried to process the news his husband had given him at the hospital not even two hours prior. He replayed it over and over again, each time leaving him in confusion. It simply didn’t make sense. P24 HIV PROTEIN: REACTIVE. The words played on an endless loop as he struggled to process how he was infected. Clenching the leather-clad wheel even harder, he could hear the leather and cushioning begin to creak, instantly causing him to release where he was grabbing. In the wake of his hands were two separate sets of very distinct finger marks, not disappearing after he let go. Looking down at his hands, Elias stared in disbelief. How hard am I gripping to be able to do that? Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he decided to get out of the car, quickly crossing the street and towards Dr. Clark Grant’s home. It stuck out like a sore thumb, with its overgrown yard covered in leaves and piles of newspapers, an overflowing mailbox, and a dusty looking, albeit expensive SUV in the driveway, looking like it hadn’t been driven in quite a number of days. All the other houses around them were extremely well kept, with their perfectly manicured lawns and various Halloween decorations, ready for the coming night of fun. At first, Elias thought maybe he had made a mistake coming here. That maybe Clark Grant was out of the country, or that maybe he had got the address from Trevor wrong. Hesitantly, Elias walked up the leaf-littered path and onto the sprawling covered porch. The boards creaked under his feet, and Elias observed the peeling of the paint. Evidently, the place hasn’t been cared for in a while. He rang the doorbell and waited a solid minute before the door finally swung open. Before him, the sweaty and pale-looking form of Dr. Clark Grant stood, a tired and annoyed look on his face as if being interrupted during something. Elias took in his features. Dark wavy hair, unkempt and sticking up at odd angles, glasses balanced on his nose, with dark bags under his eyes. His skin was pale and sweaty, looking like someone who had a terrible case of the flu. There was a scowl on Dr. Grant’s face, as he brought his elbow up to his arm and coughed wetly several times, almost as if to drive the point home at his state of unwellness. He was wearing a loose white shirt, the look of an old coffee stain on the bottom hem and loose pajama bottoms, with chickens and eggs patterned on them. A loose rumpled looking robe was hanging untied around his frame. Grant looked up and down at Elias before he finally spoke, his cultured voice gravelly as he spoke, sounding annoyed and exhausted. “Look, like I told you the last time, I am sick with the flu and have no intention of going back to that lab. Tell General Krell that it no longer was my problem when Johnathan Blaine fired me 4 days ago. If Krell wants someone to help him with this little issue of his, he should be reaching out to the ringleader himself.” The way Dr. Grant said Jack’s full name gave Elias the distinct impression of nothing but hate and disgust towards the man. Quickly, Elias reached out, holding his hand up to shake Grant’s hand. “Sir, I’m Hudson King. General Krell only sent me here with some questions.” Dr. Grant stared at Elias’s hand for a long moment. At first he could swear the man was looking at where the scar was on his arm where the smiler had sliced into it, before it almost magically healed overnight. Finally, he spoke, breaking Elias out of his brief moment of thought. “You’ll be remiss of me if I don't spread more of my germs.” Dr. Grant slowly started to close the door as he continued speaking. “You can tell the General Kr-” Elias quickly put his foot in the way, before giving a brief fake smile on his face. “Please Dr. Grant, I promise to only take up a few minutes of your time. You know how the General can be if he doesn’t get his way.” Elias hoped that his reading of the situation was accurate and that the doctor knew Krell in such a way. Watching as the sick and frazzled man glared at him for a second, before giving a resigned sigh and opening the door, he felt a wave of satisfaction at guessing correctly. A sudden ding on his burner phone had Elias taking a quick look. “GET OUT NOW. Krell and his men are on the way to Grant as we speak – with guns.” Fuck! Elias thought to himself, realizing he now had a very short timeframe to get his information. Doing the mental math, he figured he only had at most 10 minutes before he needed to leave, in order to keep from being caught in the middle of the shitstorm about to hit. Keeping his cool, he followed Dr. Grant into the dimly lit house, noticing the disarray of the outside also matched the inside. A discarded pillow and large blanket lay strewed on the couch, a pile of haphazardly laid bills on the table and laptop closed sitting next to them. Several empty coffee mugs, some empty and others with only a small amount in them were set about the living room. The air even had an almost dustiness to it. Underneath he could see the signs of great care and pride to the interior design of the space lying covered by the stifling layer of someone who clearly had given up. “Make yourself comfortable, I guess,” the man said, before leaving the room. Elias slowly walked around the room, looking at the various photos on the wall of Dr. Grant and another person in places all over the world, smiling faces beaming at the camera. The final one, however, of them sitting at some beach resort together had a massive crack down the center, with various lines shooting off of it as if it had been thrown down to the ground in a fit of rage. Finally he returned, carrying a bottle of cold water, taking a few sips of it. “Okay… tell me what was so important that you had to come here instead of calling me.” He asked, his voice tired as he spoke. “Between you and the other group of lackeys Krell has sent, I’m about to call the police and put in a harassment complaint.” Elias needed to handle this carefully if he were to get any valuable information from Dr. Grant. “Excuse my intrusion, I thought a face-to-face meeting would be more respectful, and I could better understand the situation if we sat and talked.” Elias began to gently lower himself into a chair. Dr. Grant impatiently said, “How dare you presume to sit in my house before I invite you?” Elias shot back up to full height at once and stepped away from the chair. “Can’t you see I’m sick? I’ve had this blasted cold for a couple weeks now, and still I went to the labs to work on the project until that sonofabitch fired me. He’s had it in for me for ages, and now that I don’t work there anymore, suddenly I’m needed?” Elias didn’t know how to react to this exposition dump from a virtual stranger. “I… I’m not here to drag you back. I just want to talk.” Dr. Grant looked away, slightly shaking his head, and taking another sip of water. “I worked so hard on the project, and as soon as he got what he wanted —” Dr. Grant swatted at the air midsentence. “POW! Canned.” The project? Elias wondered. We walked into his project? “Yeah, you and your team sure stepped in it…” Dr. Grant muttered under his breath. Then he said aloud, “You know I have a suit filed against the company, right? They refused me bereavement leave when my husband died, and —” Elias held up a hand. “I’m not here about your separation from the company.” He could see Dr. Grant was visibly sweating, but said nothing about it. “Then why the hell are you here, Hudson King?” The way Dr. Grant said the fake name implied that he knew it was bogus. “Ask your damn nosy questions so I can go back to what I was doing,” Dr. Grant said hotly. “What was your role in the project?” Elias asked evenly. Dr. Grant gave him a puzzled look. “Don’t you know?” He looked away and smirked slightly. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” What an odd thing to say, Elias thought. “Krell hasn’t exactly been forthcoming about the details,” Elias said. “All I personally know is that something got loose, people are in quarantine, and there’s a big camp set up in the parking lot. Everyone’s pretty tight-lipped about it over there, but I can’t help anyone if I don’t know what happened. The project you mentioned –” “Is above your pay grade, Mr. King. We study genetics. I signed a non-disclosure agreement. If you want to know, ask Blaine. He’s the mastermind of it all. Next question?” “Why did Jack fire you?” Dr. Grant stepped over to the window, and stared out. “He’s had it in for me for a while. He’s a homophobe, and a total prick, and just because his dad’s the CEO, he walks all over people and gets away with it. I filed a suit against the company for workplace discrimination and sexual harassment, and his response was to fire me. So I’m adding wrongful termination to the list as well.” Elias’s memories of Jack the previous night only confirmed Dr. Grant’s accusations. “You said ‘sexual harassment’. Did he come on to you?” Dr. Grant whipped around, and gave Elias a pointed stare. “He’s a gay-basher, as I’m quite sure you know already. Don’t waste my time with dumb questions.” Elias was slowly getting frustrated with the lack of progress in the conversation. Any minute, Krell’s people could show up and find him in a place he shouldn’t be. “Did you set up any sort of anti-viral countermeasures?” Elias asked quickly. “Ask Johnathan Blaine,” the doctor repeated as he also became frustrated through the repetition. “You know, Krell should already have this information, because he keeps such thorough research notes.” Dr. Grant rolled his eyes hugely as he drew out the vowels to show sarcasm. This is going nowhere fast. Before Elias answered, he took another look around the room and at the photos on the wall. He decided on the sympathetic approach. “This man. You loved him, didn’t you. See, I’m recently married myself. His name is —” Elias stopped suddenly, realizing that giving his husband’s actual name could blow his cover. He decided on the first T-name that came to mind. “T-Todd. He’s the sweetest —” “Liar,” Dr. Grant said angrily. “His name isn’t Todd, and I want you out of my house this instant.” Elias sensed the danger gathering, and knowing Krell’s goons could appear any minute, he chose to comply. “All right. Sorry if I upset you,” he said with resignation. Elias moved swiftly to the front door. “Damn right you did,” Dr. Grant said while following Elias to the door. “I remember your face from the funeral, and I don’t appreciate this line of questioning. I’m sorry about your team, but my hands are clearly tied by your boss. You should already know what’s going on. And please, Hudson was it? Give Doctor Bingham – I mean, Doctor Kade – my regards.” Shit, he knows. Elias forgot to breathe as he realized his cover was blown from the get-go. Making it clear that his guest was unwelcome, Dr. Grant picked up the leaf broom by the door, and shook it in Elias’s direction. “I don’t want to see you again.” Elias showed himself out, and the door slammed behind him. He was back on the porch, blinking in the midday sunlight with almost no more information than he had when he arrived. The sunlight was uncomfortably harsh, and Elias squinted against it. Elias calmly but quickly went back to his car, and quickly got inside. When the door was closed, he sat there, processing what just happened. Resting his head against the steering wheel, he closed his eyes and sighed with relief that he got out before Krell’s team showed up. “Fuck, he knows who I am.” Elias raised his head, and sat blinking, wondering what it all meant. “And how the hell does he know about my team? I never told him about that…” He sighed softly as he found the keys, and prepared to start the car’s ignition. Then he remembered the text from Tex. No. Stay here, and see what happens. Elias left the keys in the ignition and waited for Krell’s men to show up. Before two minutes passed, an unassuming car came from the horizon, and parked far enough away from him that Elias could only see movement. Three men - one in a dark suit, and two in military gear, and all wearing dark sunglasses - marched up to Dr. Grant’s house. Elias watched with interest, but tried to remain inconspicuous. He couldn’t hear any words between them and Dr. Grant except for the occasional indistinct shouting, and before long, Dr. Grant was drawn from the dilapidated house. His clothing had not changed, and he walked to the car the men came in, followed closely by them. One clearly had a pistol in his hand, and was doing his best to keep it concealed from prying eyes and nosy neighbors. Dr. Grant didn't look too happy with this latest interruption to his morning. All four of them climbed into the non-descript vehicle, and drove back the way they came. Elias pulled out his phone, and sent a swift reply to Tex. “They took Dr. Grant. Got out before they arrived. They’re coming back now. I’m going back home.” For a moment, Elias just looked at Dr. Grant’s despoiled house, and wondered if the doctor had brought any research home with him. Given the haste with which they left, Elias considered the possibility of reentering the house and performing a search, but he didn’t know what he would be looking for. No, can’t do that. With my luck so far these past twenty-four hours, a neighbor would see me breaking in and call the police. That should be our last resort. With that decided, Elias put the key into the car’s ignition, and turned it. —--------- Helixion Genetics, Main Quarantine Tent. Quarantine camp. REDACTED LOCATION 12:12 MST. 31-Oct-20XX The building smelled heavily of plastic and disinfectant and sterilized air. An endless symphony of beeps and whirs from the medical equipment. Before Tex stood four massive glass chambers, each tall enough for a person to stand fully upright and have room to spare. Each one was occupied by a man strapped to a steeply-inclined exam table, a multitude of tubes and wires and monitors, and still leaving enough space for a second body to walk all the way around him. It was something straight out of a science-fiction movie. Tex never expected to see this with his own eyes. “Here we have three men and a specimen who were taken into custody last night,” Krell said calmly with a grand sweeping gesture. He was clearly proud of his captures. “These are the only subjects we found so far inside Building 3. Take a look.” In silent disbelief, Tex slowly approached the first chamber on the left. A middle-aged man in standard police gear was asleep on his table, though his incline was lower than the others. He didn’t recognize the man, but took him for building security, perhaps a Rent-a-Cop. Tex observed a printout of a single page attached to a clipboard on the exterior of the tube, and took it, reading silently. “Beaufort Oglethorpe Cosgrove”. Tex did a double-take as he read the absurd name. His parents must’ve hated him to give him a name like that. We’ll just call him Bo. B.O. Then Tex grinned slightly. B.O.C. Boc-Boc. He visualized a chicken on a farm somewhere, and tried not to laugh. Distracted by his joke, Tex couldn’t really focus on the man’s medical numbers. They blurred together on the page, reading but not comprehending or retaining any information beyond BOC-BOC. He put the file back in the slot, and as he moved to the next, he noticed Krell had left him by himself. Well. That’s lucky. Who else do we have here? Tex moved to the next chamber in the row, and was hardly surprised to see Jack. Good, they caught the little fucker. He’s the reason we lost Gravestone last night. Before Tex’s anger could fully reach the surface, another thought intruded. He’s also the reason you got out last night. It could have been ME in here if we hadn’t got out. As Tex came closer to the chamber, Jack raised his head, and tried to wrestle free from his restraints. “It's you!” Jack shouted. “You gotta get me out of here! I don't belong here! I didn't do anything wrong! Please get me out! PLEASE! I swear I'll be good!!” The soldier standing next to the glass slammed his hand on the glass several times, causing Jack to jump at the sound. “Hey, Crazy! Keep it down in there already!” Shocked, Tex’s mind raced as he tried to think of an excuse to explain away sudden outburst from Jack. Thankfully, he needn’t bother. “Don’t mind him… crazy fucker in there has been saying that to everyone he sees,” the nameless soldier said lazily. “I'm not crazy!” Jack wailed. “You saw what they did, and now you're here, and I'm here, and we have to go! Please don't let them hurt me!” Jack continued struggling, but his leather restraints held fast. Jack wasn't going anywhere until someone decided to release him. “Don't let them spit on me anymore, I can't stand it…” Jack began to sob. Tex felt a touch of sympathy for the man, but knew he couldn't let Jack out of his confines. A machine beeped, and Jack slowly became sedated and said no more. Tex shook his head, but filed this information away in the appropriate place. The next one contained one of the smilers. He, too, was strapped to a table, and asleep, but fully upright. Seeing one of these things in the light was unsettling, and it brought back the memories of watching a rape on the security monitors, and one of these beasts striking Gravestone and scratching Elias. Tex wished he could bring his shotgun to the camp so he could blow out the brains of these abominations. I’d sure like to show them how we handle varmits like these in Texas. They are clearly studying it. I wonder who this was before. Finally, he came to the last chamber. Inside, also strapped down like the others, was none other than Zero, stripped down to his underwear. And he looked rather unwell - his skin was splotchy, small rashes had broken out in various places, and his head lolled curiously to one side. His breathing was ragged, and he was covered in a sharp sheen of sweat. His mouth looked slightly deformed, as if he were wearing an oversized mouthguard to keep him from biting his tongue. Zero had always been a small, nimble-looking man, and Tex showered with him on a couple occasions on base, but Zero's figure never resembled one of an elite gymnast. So Tex was in shock for at least two reasons when he realized that his comrade had developed significantly since three weeks ago. Zero’s abs were tight, his arms and torso muscles all perfectly rounded, showcasing him in the best shape of his life. The size difference was pronounced all the more by the presence of solid muscle pushing his veins to their absolute surface all across his body in a bizarre roadmap. Zero looked directly at Tex, but his mind wasn't processing it. Damn, they got him, too. I don't know which fate is worse - this, or capture by the monsters. Why's he so… big all of a sudden? When his presence didn’t get any kind of visual response, Tex came as close to Zero as the glass wall would allow, hoping for some kind of reaction. Zero continued his glassy-eyed stare as Tex returned his gaze helplessly. As Tex observed the setup, his heart sank. Sweet Jesus, what have they done to him… Tex glanced over at the nameless soldier by Jack’s chamber - from the angle between his position and Tex’s, there was no way the soldier could see what Tex was about to do unless he moved from his position. He stepped back from the glass, and took out his phone, flipping it to record as he silently hoped that the camera’s quality would be good enough to record evidence. He slowly walked, pretending to send a text as he walked, letting the camera then pan to the smiler in the other chamber. He got several seconds of footage and pocketed the device before Krell could return and catch him in the act. Zero slowly turned his head, and blinked gently at Tex. There. A flash of recognition. “You… he injected me. He did this—” Zero said softly. Tex looked back as Zero looked in the direction of where Krell went. Giving Zero the barest of nods, he watched as Zero’s head lolled back. Suddenly, alarms went off as Zero began to seize and spasm on his table. His eyes bulged as he fought against the restraints. His heart rate jumped and the machines began to beep faster in a panic. An alarm went off somewhere inside the chamber. Tex inhaled sharply as he watched his friend suffer a violent seizure. Zero succeeded in tearing one of his straps, and as he did so, Krell and some medics rushed into the room. The medics ran to the chamber, and unlocking it, they stepped inside and began assisting Zero. One of them drew a curtain across the glass, blocking Tex’s view of their proceedings. “What the hell happened?” Krell demanded of Tex. “I – I – I don’t know,” Tex stammered. “One minute he was fine, and the next, he had a seizure. What’s wrong with him?” “Did you approach the subject?” Krell asked accusingly. “No,” Tex said, casting his eyes on the floor while he heard the noise of Zero’s chamber continue. “I was … just coming to look for you. Where did you go?” “None of your concern.” Krell’s lips twisted into a snarl. “If you disturb the subjects, you could find yourself joining them if you’re not careful.” Tex returned his gaze to Zero’s chamber. The noise slowly began to settle down, and the curtain was drawn back. Tex could see that Zero’s table was now lowered to an even plane, and his restraints replaced. One of the medics emerged from the room, wearing a protective mask, and she approached Krell. “Patient’s stable again,” she said lightly. “They’re starting an IV to keep him sedated while he undergoes the trans –” “Thank you, Miss Vega, that will be all,” Krell interrupted in a loud voice so Tex would miss what else she said. “Is he ready for another dose?” “Yes, General.” “Good. Don’t let this happen again.” The other medics came out of the chamber, all wearing protective facial gear. Tex could not make out any distinctive features of them beyond their skin tone and hair colors. Turning back to Tex, Krell said, “These specimens are very important to understanding what happened here last night, Lieutenant Vahn. For your own safety, you are not to interact with them unless I give you orders to do so. Understood?” “Yes, sir,” Tex answered quietly. “Miss Vega, will you take the lieutenant here to his work station?” She didn’t answer, but motioned for Tex to follow her. Tex took one more look back at Zero. I’ll do what I can to help him. He is our best witness to the General’s laundry list of crimes against humanity here. Tex followed the other medics out of the tent, and Krell walked back to Zero’s chamber. He pressed a few buttons, unlocked it, and stepped inside. Zero stared up at the ceiling, seeing nothing, and hearing nothing. Krell walked around him completely, and came to a standing medical table. He removed a small bottle from his pocket, and finding a syringe, loaded it up with the chemical inside the bottle. When the dose was measured correctly, Krell walked back around to Zero, and inserted the needle in the IV. The compound was injected slowly until the syringe was empty. Satisfied, Krell withdrew the needle, capped it, and pocketed it with the tiny bottle. He leaned down so only Zero could hear him, if he was aware at all. “Thank you for doing this service for your country.” Krell stood back up, adjusted his tie, and calmly walked out of the tent.

me too. love me some hot thick yellow piss

Chapter 7 (final chapter) The sun woke me up again, the golden rays bathing me in warmth. I rolled over and looked at my phone to see it was 6:30am. My flight wasn’t till 4 that afternoon. Uncle James was going to take me to the airport. Mom and dad both had to go back to work today, so he had volunteered. I got out of bed and threw on some running clothes and shoes. When I went downstairs Dad was sitting in his recliner laying back with us eyes closed. He was just in his boxers and the head and an inch or two of his massive heavy dick was peaking out of their fly. “Hey old man put that thing away before you scare someone.” I told him as I stopped to kiss him on the head as I walked by him to go for my run. “Quit being jealous of your old man.” He replied teasing me. I knew there was no menace to his words. “Have fun on your run. Though I don’t know why you run if you aren’t being chased.” “Make sure you are back by 7:30 so we can both say goodbye before we go to work” He added as he tucked his cock away and sat up. I gave him the thumbs up as I headed out the door. I stretched on the bench by the barn. Then took off, starting with a good jog. I sent the sexy flight attendant that gave me his number, Shawn, a text. “Hey I meant to text earlier but it’s been a very busy weekend. My flight is at 4. I plan to be at the airport by 3 to get through all the security. Did you have time before that for some fun?” I didn’t expect a reply as it was still early for a lot of people. Plus he may have been on a flight for all I know. I made it maybe 100 feet when I got a response. “I am working your flight home sexy. I have to be at the airport by 2:30. If you want to get dropped here around 12:00 or 1:00, we’d have some time to play. Then you could tag along to the airport.” He responded. I stopped jogging to response. “Sounds good baby. You should wear a thong for daddy and nothing else when you answer the door.” I sent back. I then looked around to make sure no one was near and pulled my sweats and boxers down and took a pic of my half hard cock and big balls to send to him. “Get that throat and ass ready for this meat baby!” Within seconds I received a picture from him of a red thong sitting on a bed.. “I will be ready and waiting stud!” Was all he responded. I pulled up my britches and got going on my run. I had only 30 minutes now to try and get a good run in. I ended up making just under 4 miles in that time. I walked into the house at 7:28. Mom and dad were both in the living room chatting but clearly ready to go to work. They got up and we all said our good byes. There were hugs and tears and kisses. Of course dad gave me the his signature bear hug and head kiss. After they departed I walked up stairs to take a shower. As I went I messaged uncle James to see if he could drive me to what I said was an old friends house instead of the airport and that the friend would take me on after we visited some. Of course he agreed and even joked about saving gas. We agreed that he’d be here at 10:30 so we could lead by 11:00 and get me to my friends a bit after noon depending on traffic. I got a good long shower and then brushed my teeth and shaved and so on. After that I changed into my outfit for the day, just some loose pants and a soft light weight long sleeve shirt. I went around the room and packed everything up and got all my stuff together and organized. I then striped my bed and made it up with a clean set of sheets from the hall closet. I took my dirty sheets to the hall where we had a small laundry room and put them in the washer so they’d be ready when mom got home. I took my luggage down to the living room and set it near the door. By that time it was just before 10:00. I went into the the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal and some toast for a late breakfast. Uncle James arrived right on time. I was rinsing my dishes and putting them in the sink when he came behind me in the kitchen and threw his arm over my shoulder. “Well buddy I can’t believe it’s time for you to go already. This weekend has been so busy I feel we didn’t get to see much of each other. But I understand, demands of the job and all.” He said as he pulled me into him for a side hug. “I know it has flown by! I will be back soon for the holidays though.” I said as he released me from the side hug. We talked about the weekend and the weeding as he helped get my bags out to his truck. We were on the road by 10:45. We had been on the road about 30 minutes and were in the middle of no where when uncle James said something that made me about have a heart attack. “So, Mark tells me you put a few of your loads in him this weekends.” He said as if saying he told his dad I loaned him a shirt. I stammered a bit and finally got out, “He told you about that?” ”Sure. I have known he was gay since he was in high school. He came out to me after school. I told him it was best to keep it quite around here, after all that’s what I did when I figured out I was liked me and divorced his mom.” He said casually as if offering a piece of pie. ”Your gay?” I sputtered. “Well more like bi. I go both ways. Mark shares all his to dos with me and me with him. Have since he came out. I taught him how to keep it quiet. Now, he is into that pozzing stuff, which I have seen and it can be hot, but it’s not my cup of tea. I’m on prep to be sure. But that doesn’t mean my favorite nephew can’t suck a load out of my dick now that I know you kinky enough to poz your cousin and swallow your brother’s load.” He replied as he parked the car in a pull off surrounded by trees. As I was about to argue he pulled out is massive soft cock and nice big fat balls. He was mostly soft but had to be 7 inches and thick. That made all reason go out of my mind as I unbuckled and turned to were I was on my hands and knees across the bench and his dick was in my face. I lowered my face into his big bush and inhaled his manly sent. I kissed the base of his soft cock as I moved my hand to start playing with his balls. I ran my tongue up his shaft and took his fat cock head into my mouth. I made sure to swallow him all because I knew once he got fully hard I wouldn’t be able to. I then started to really go to town sucking his cock as I continued to play with his big balls. He got fully hard in no time and he had to be 12 inches long and thick. I had to adapt and use my hands and lots of extra spit as I sucked him to make sure I was giving him a grade A blow job. He rested his hand on the back of my head, but didn’t push me more than I could handle. He started moaning and calling me a good boy as I worked his dick. I used my magic and years of experience to make sure I was doing the best I could with his gigantic dick. “Fuck boy, I am about to cum down your throat. I got a weeks load that I am gonna feed you” he said and proceeded to shoot a big jet of cum in my throat. It tasted delicious and I continued to blow him as he shot jet after jet of cum down my throat. As his cock soften I pulled it from my mouth and sat up beside him. Uncle James took my face in his strong hand and kissed me hard on the lips. “Damn you have a big dick uncle James and you cum taste so fucking good!” I said as climbed back across the front sheet to bucked up. He had put his junk away and was zipping up. ”Thanks for the compliments. You give one of the best bjs I have ever had. Mark didn’t lie about that.” He replied. “But we better get going, that put us a little behind.” We took off and he told me a little more about his realizing he like men and his separation. Then about the Mark coming out and that time frame. He and Mark never messed with each other, but knew all about each other’s sex life. When Mark had told him about me and what we had done he decided he wanted to try my throat out. By the time he pulled up and parked on the road in front of Shawn’s house I knew my uncle better than I ever had. I told him there was no need to get out I’d grab my stuff. We hugged me in the cab of his truck and said goodbye. As I was going to get out he did tell me I could suck a load out of him anytime I wanted and winked at me then waved me out of the truck and good bye. lt was 12:17 when I walked up to Shawn’s front door and knocked. When he answered the door he was dressed as instructed. Shawn was in his mid 20s, 5’5 tall, had a very well defined and muscled body. His skin was a light brown, he wore his hair in braids, had beautiful brown eyes, and a 100 mega watt smile. His body only had hair on his head, under his arms and just a small line running down to his crotch. His thong could barely hold his package with his bulge being so big. ”Hi stud, I am glad you made it, let me help you with that. Come on in.” He said as he took some of my bags. He turned and revealed a plum juicey bubbly ass that bounced ever so slightly as he walked. I followed and admired his body. “I am glad I could make it too. You are sexy as fuck baby!” I replied. We didn’t have too long to walk as we put my luggage next to his in the living room. I took him in my arms and started to make out with him. Feeling all over his smooth body. Making sure to cup and grab his hot ass. “Fuck stud I want your big raw dick in me flooding me with babies.” He demanded between kisses. “Then you better get down on your knees and get me hard baby.” That’s all I needed to say. He was on his knees fishing my half hard dick from my pants in seconds. He sucked the head of my big cock as he pulled my fat balls out and started to play with them. I got to my full hardness of 8.5 inch in no time. Shawn was a pro cock sucker for sure. He knew how to suck a big dick and deep throat. ”Fuck baby you can suck a cock! Keep sucking my big dick baby!” I said followed by several moans. He didn’t respond but continued to work his magic. He had me breathing hard and my eyes rolling in my head. But I didn’t want to shoot my poz cum in his throat. I wanted to impregnate his hole. I pulled him up from the floor and lead him to the sofa. His dick had got hard and escaped his thong. It was hanging out the side and was 7.5-8 inches long with a nice fat head. It bounced as I walked him over and put him in position. I got behind him and started to eat his nice sweet hairless hole. Making sure to play with and slap his ass as I ate it. I tongued it and ate using extra spit so it be sloppy wet. I had no plan to use lube. Just spit and precum. Shawn moaned and wiggled against my tongue as I worked his hole open. I also was jerking his big pole as I ate him. When he was wet enough I stood up and lined my massive poz cock, that was covered in precum as I’d been leaking my toxic juice the whole time I ate him out, up with his wet glistening hole. ”You ready for this big fat raw dick baby?” I asked him as I pressed the head of my dick against his hole. “Fuck yes, plow my ass! Flood me with that cum!” He said as he backed his hole against my cock head. I was not one to object to that so I pushed in till I’d put 2/3rds of my massive dick in his tight hole. He moans in delight and pushed himself the rest of the way back till his ass was against my pubes. “Your ass is so fucking nice! Warm, wet, velvety! Fuck baby!” I said as I started to fuck him. “It was made to be fucked stud. Your dick is so big and fat and perfect!” He said as he started to meet my trusts. We fucked and dirty talked as I continued to drill his tight hole. I had not clue if he was neg, on prep, poz, or anything else. We hadn’t talked about that. But whatever his status, I was leaking toxic precum into his second hole as I fucked him balls deep. I continued to drill his hole picking up speed and intensity. Making him moan louder and beg for my cum. “Fuck yes, here it comes. I am loading that ass with my babies!” I exclaimed as I started shooting my load. “Fuck yes, impregnate my ass daddy!” He said as he felt me cum in him. He quickly reached down and within 3 strokes shoot a huge load on the sofa below him. I leaned over above him as the last of my seed filled his hole. He turned his head back and we made out as we came down from climax bliss. It was only a few minutes after 1 when we parted and sat down. Shawn got us a drink and we sat and chatted. Me still in my clothes with my balls and dick hanging out of my boxer slit and my button and fly undone but pants still in place. He sat in his thong the cloth moved to the side and his now soft cock and balls hanging out. After a break we both went to the shower where I deposited another of my charged loads into his sweet hole as the water ran over us. We then got cleaned up, got dressed and got his car packed up with all our bags. We maintained a good conversation as we packed up and then as we drove to the airport. We were a bit early and it didn’t take long for me to get through security. So I treated Shawn to a bite at the airport cafe. He had to leave me to go get his pre flight stuff done. So I got out my laptop and worked on emails and other things as I waited to board. When I got to the gate I had been up graded to first class and was one of the first to board. As I boarded Shawn winked at me as we passed. He flirted with me the whole way home as his duties allowed. I invited him for another fuck at my place but he had a turn around so he didn’t have time. We said good bye and I went and claimed my bags. I got a Lyft home and mercifully the traffic wasn’t bad. I walked into my place and dropped my bags by the door. I striped and went straight to my bed falling in as soon as I got to it. It had been a long eventful and fun weekend. One of the best visits home ever. I set my alarm, closed my eyes, and took a nice well deserved and needed nap. —————— Well that brings us to the end of our story. I really hope you all enjoyed it. I loved all the feed back. Feel free to look up my other stories here and look out for more to come. Thanks again!

Chapter 6 I woke to the feel of pressure against my hole. First just light then more intense till my eyes flew open when a very large cock head popped through my ring. I gasped for air. ”Shhh cousin, it’s just me. I woke up and saw your ass and remembered how you tried to sit on my dick yesterday morning so I figured I give it to you. I used the lube in your beside table on my dick and your hole.” My cousin Mark said as he eased another inch of his massive thick 11 in dick into my hole . ”I thought you were a bottom.” I replied in a slightly strained voice. His dick was big and despite being an experience bottom the stretch was painful before my hole opened and got use to it. “You topped last night and now this morning?” “Yea I have topped more in the last 12 hours than I have in probably a couple years. Last night I couldn’t miss out on working your toxic seed into those guys. This morning I saw that ass and decided I want my last neg load to go in your hole.” Mark said as he again put another inch or two in me. Pulling my whole body closer to him so he could lean in and kiss my neck as he continued to enter me. As his big shlong bottomed out in me, I moaned deeply. It felt so good now that I had opened up. I was as full as I had ever been. He was not the longest or the thickest I had taken but he definitely had came in first when you took both into consideration. Long and thick! ”Be quiet cousin, your parents are down the hall.” He said as he started to move in and out of my poz hole. “We don’t want them to hear. Plus we have to be quick, we only have like 15 minutes before we have to get ready and go get your brother and the guys and get to the church” I nodded in response and stated to moved back against his strokes. His big raw neg dick really opening my poz hole up. I was fully hard as he fucked me and my precum came fast and faster as he picked up the speed of his strokes. Mark was kissing my neck and playing with my nipples as he assaulted my hole the best he could while we were on our sides and trying to keep quite. I reached down and started to stroke my dick to match his strokes. Both of our breathing was heavy. We were naked on the bed with the sun shinning on us as my cousin used his big raw cock to fuck what would be his last neg into my hole as I very quietly moaned and begged for more. Finally I couldnt hold it anymore. Mark was hitting my prostate just right and his big hog made the feeling even more intense. “I am going to cum!” I told Mark with maybe 30 seconds warning. My hole tightened around him as my first huge jet of toxic seed shot out of my dick. He moaned in my ear as my next jet went flying. “Fuck, I wanted to swallow that poz seed! But damn that hole is squeezing my dick. I am going to nut. Take my last neg cum cousin.” Mark said as I felt him start to shoot load after load of his baby batter into my poz hole. We both continued to cum for another 30 seconds or so. Then I remained cuddled up against his warm strong chest as we caught our breath. We had gotten almost no sleep last night, but I wouldn’t have changed that of anything and this was the prefect wake up call. We had been cuddling maybe 3 or 4 minutes when the alarm on my phone went off signaling the start of the big day. We both climbed out of bed and went to the shower for a very quick rinse off. Our suits and stuff would all be at the church. The wedding coordinator, a guy named Shawn, had arranged for all that to be delivered there since most the groomsmen were traveling from out of town. So we didn’t need to dress up to much. I threw on boxers, sweatpants, and an undershirt. Mark borrowed a similar outfit from me. We walked downstairs at 7:50 am and went to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast to take on the go. Mark didn’t drink last night and I didn’t drink much so we didn’t have hangovers. We could tell no one was home as we went through the house. We left the house right at 8:00 am and were to the hotel a little after 8:15 am. We knocked on the door and a very drowsy and slightly hungover Dennis answered the door. His eyes lit up a little when he saw us and purposely looked down at our crotches and smiled. He then put his straight mask back on and open the door for us to come in. “Smith and Mark are here. Tim get out of bed and get moving.” He then turned back to us. “Mike is in the shower. He woke up a little bit ago but is hungover worse than us and needed to get cleaned up from last night. We also have feed him 2 cups of coffee. He has a third in there.” “Ok thanks. I will go in and make sure he is almost ready. We have to go soon.” I said as I entered the bathroom. Mark sat in a chair by what the hotel qualified as a desk. He talked with Tim and Dennis as they got dressed and ready. I walked in to see my naked brother leaning against the wall of the shower with the hot water just pouring over him. Even hungover he was still hot. His dark brown hair wet and sticking to his hot body. His big dick hanging over his bull sized balls. His strong legs flexing to hold him up at the angle he stood. “Wakey wakey sleepy head” I said as I nudged him. “You need to finish up and get dressed. We have to get to the church for rehearsal.” “I am awake you ass.” He hissed at me as he opened his eyes and stood straight. “I was just trying to clear my head. All the drinks last night. The crazy hot sex with the stripper. I mean she made me cum twice in 30 minutes. Once in her mouth and once in her pussy. It was great. But I am wore out!” “Poor straight boy getting to much pussy before his weeding. Suck it up buttercup, we need to go.” I laughed as I turned off the shower. He laughed in response to my teasing and climbed out of the shower and took the towel I handed him. As he was drying his hair I lowered my self in a squat in front of him and took his plump member in my mouth. He got hard almost instantly. His big fat 8 inch dick filled my moth and throat. I knew we didn’t have practically any time but I wanted his nut down my throat. I broke out all the stops and used every trick I had to give the best blow job I could. It took four and a half minutes to make him blow his huge load down my throat as he held the back of my head hard against his pubes. I knew it took all his power not to make any noise as I blew him and he shot his huge load. I rose from my squat, kissed him gently, handed him his coffee from the bathroom counter, and took his towel and finished drying him off. “Fuck big bro you are the best fucking cocksuker in the world. Thank you.” He said and then kissed me. He got his underwear on and walked out of the bathroom where I heard Mark offer him his clothes we brought from the house. We all climbed into the car a few minutes later. All three of the guys dressed similarly to Mark and I. We drove over to the church and walked in and were directed to the chapel. There was a small food table set out at the back of the room that we all moved toward and got food. The guys at the hotel hadn’t ate and Mark and I were still hungry after our small to go breakfasts we ate in the car on the way to the hotel. We were 10 minutes early. Most everyone was there but Steven, the bride’s brother, and our mom. Dad and uncle James were in pew talking to Beth’s dad and grandfather. The brides maids were all in another corner talking. Beth’s niece who was the flower guy and her nephew who was the ring bearer were with Beth’s grandma since their mom and the maid of honor, Beth’s sister, was presumably with Beth. Two minutes before 9, Beth’s mom, our mom, Steven, and Beth’s sister all walked in with Shawn the wedding coordinator. Beth wasn’t going to be part of the rehearsal as they were keeping strong to the don’t see the bride before the wedding tradition. Shawn took us all in hand and stared the rehearsal. I kept my eye on him as we went. When I was standing there (which there was a lot of that for the best man) I examined his movement and mannerisms. He clearly was gay. Leaned toward fem without being flamboyant. Was pretty good looking. Stood about 5’6 and had brown hair with blonde highlights. He was thin, but not skinny as far as I could tell. He was wearing a suit and looked very professional. The rehearsal went on for a while. Way longer than I thought was needed. A little before 11 we broke. We were sent to the groomsmen room to eat a small lunch and then get dressed. We were feee till we were needed for wedding pictures at 12:30. The bride, maid of honor, and brides maids were doing there pics as we got ready. Then would eat as we took our pictures. The doors would open for guests at 1:30 and the wedding would start promptly at 2. Dad and uncle James, who weren’t groomsmen, joined us as we ate and got ready. We all talked bull shiting and teasing Mike as we got ready. We walked into the church’s chapel at 12:30 on the dot. Shawn ran things with a joyess efficiency. At 1:30 we were released and the doors were opened. We all greeted and talked with the guest as they arrived. The ushers were two of our more distant cousins in their late teens. We took our places and at 2 on the dot the ceremony started. It took a bit over an hour, which again seemed too long to me. They kissed and walked out together and made their way to our house. Shawn’a assistant had been at the house in our barn making sure all was set for the reception since 10 am. He had also brought Beth’s reception dress to the house so she could change there. Shawn, Mom, and Beth’s mom all drove to the house in a trail car behind the wedded couple. The rest of us talked and mingled a bit as we slowly made our ways to the parking lot to head toward the house. The reception wasn’t till 5 but they need pictures before the reception since the bride and groom could now be together. I rode home with Dad and Mark with his dad uncle James. Tim and Dennis took their car (the one I borrowed the night before) over. It had been a nice wedding and the day a was beautiful fall day. We pulled up to the house and parked. The parking attendant Shawn hired tried to tell us where to park but changed his tune when dad told him he lived there. We parked in dad’s normal spot in the garage and walked over to the barn. Mike, Beth, mom, and Beth’s mom were already there. When the rest of the weeding party arrived pictures were taken. That took till after 4. When they were done Beth and Mike went to the house so she could change and he could relax. The rest of use stayed in the barn and had a drink. Those not in the wedding party started to trickle in around 4:30. More and more showed up until the place was full. The band was playing in their spot and the bartender was taking drink orders. The caterers and servers were in their place preparing to whisk out the plates as soon as they were given the cue. At 5 pm exactly Mike and Beth walked in the side barn door positioned right behind the long table in front set for the wedding party. Thunderous applause erupted as they came in and took their seats. My brother had lost his tie and had his coat unbuttoned but the rest remained the same. Beth was in a new dress and looked very refreshed. The rest of the wedding party took their seats on at the table on either side of the bride and groom. Food, drink, and speeches followed. All coordinated perfectly by Shawn. After the meal, which was delicious, the traditional first dance, parents dance, etc took place. That was followed by open dancing. It was a good time for all, even I had a good time. At 8pm we all lined up as the happy couple exited under a hail of confetti as they made their way to the waiting car that was taking them to the airport and the honeymoon in the Caribbean our parents had paid for. The party continued going for a little while after but thinning out significantly after their departure. It was around 10 when the last of the stragglers made their ways home. Uncle James and Mark had headed home around then. When we hug goodbye Mark whispered in my ear he wanted a recharge next time I was in town. Steven told me similarly he wanted to poz my hole the next time we were together before he left. Even Tim and Dennis whispered promises of future sex when they left. By 10:30 I was a little tipsy. I was the only one left in the barn besides the staff. The caterers were long gone. The band was breaking down their equipment. The bartender was working behind the bar. Thats when I saw Shawn come up and hug and kiss the bartender. At that moment I noticed they had matching wedding bands. A diabolical idea came into my head. Shawn walked away and made his way toward the back area where bathrooms had been installed when dad converted the barn to a kind of family event center. I followed him back and found him taking a piss. The urinal was an open stall. I walked up beside him and without blinking pulled out my half hard member and let loose a nice hard long piss. “You planned a great wedding.” I told him as I continued to look ahead like a straight guy would. I could tell Shawn was looking at my growing cock. He seemed to be transfixed by it. He broke out of the spell we he realized I had talked to him. “Thank you. I am glad it was such a hit” he stammered to me. He had been finished peeing for a few seconds now. As I finished my piss and shook my now almost completely hard dick his eyes followed every bounce. I knew I had him hooked. “Like what you see there darling” I said in my best southern accent which I rarely used anymore. He blushed and looked up as I stared down at him. He had beautiful eyes and an even prettier mouth. He had a small thin penis, maybe 4 inches, that was fully hard. His mouth moved but he failed to say anything. “Well don’t just stand there like a fish. Put those pretty lips on my dick boy!” I commanded. He dripped to his knees, his inner cum slut coming out. He took my dick in his mouth, sucking the last drops of piss from my slit. I watched him feebly try to suck my massive rock hard 8.5 inches cock. When I got tired of him being incompetent I took him by the back of the head and started to face fuck him. He choked and drooled on my dick as I made him gag. But eventually we got 3/4th of it down his throat. Resulting in a half decent blow job. When I grew tired of him blowing me, I forced him to his feet and bent him over the bathroom sink. I squatted behind him and started eating his hole. It was nice and tight. Pink with just a pinch light brown hair around his hole. I dove in and had him moaning in seconds. Once I felt he was wet enough I half stood behind him and lined my dick put to his hole. I looked in the mirror and saw him looking back with fear and excitement in his eyes. “I don’t bottom” he haltingly told me “My husband is the bottom.” “Well he is busy washing glasses and your hole is here. Plus I can tell you want my dick in your hole boy. Tell me you want it.” I said and spit on my cock and started to rub it in to get it lubed up. “I do. I really do. Do you have a condom? We are monogamous so we aren’t on prep or anything.” He replied as his hole began to wink at me. “You know you don’t want a condom. Tell me to put it in raw boy.” I said as I looked him in the eye. My fat raw head against his neg hole leaking poz precum on his unknowing hole. ”Ok, but don’t tell my husband. Stick it in me raw. He said. “Stick it in you raw what boy.” I said as I slapped his ass and put more pressure on his hole. More toxic cum working into his hole. “Stick that big raw dick in my hole sir!” He replied. I drove half my massive poz dick into his neg tight boy hole in one push. Making sure to cover his mouth before I did so. He scream/moaned into my hand. I pulled back a little and then went balls deep in his sweet tight warm neg hole. His muffled cries continued. Within a minute or two of me starting to fuck him his cries turned to moans. His body relaxed and started to meet my thrusts. I could remove my hand by then. His moan low and animalistic as my big fat poz dick stretched his hole. Within 5 minutes he showed his true bottom nature by cumming hands free from my dick hitting his prostate. I keep going and continued to rail his neg hole with my monster poz dick. My dick dripping tons of charged precum in his hole. He continued to meet my thrust and in another 5 minutes I told him I was getting close. “Please sir don’t cum in me. My husband will be so mad if you do.” he begged me. “Now I have been raw fucking your hole for 10 minutes boy. I have been precuming in you the whole time. Do you really want me to pull out boy?” I asked knowing his answer. “Well I guess since you have been doing that it wouldn’t hurt for you to cum in me.” He said half heartily. I slapped his ass hard. “Tell me what you want slut!” I ordered him. “Please bred my hole sir!” He replied more forcefully. I rammed balls deep one last time as my toxic and highly infectious cum flooded his hole. Spurt after spurt impregnating his neg boy hole. He jerked his second load out as I flooded him. His whole clamping down on my dick as he came causing more of my toxic seed to flow into his second hole. “Thats a good boy. Taking daddy’s cum like you knew you wanted.” I said as I pulled out. “Now you stay here for a few minutes so no one’s knows. You did a great job and that’s your tip.” I said as I put away my dick and walked from the room. Outside the door the bartender was holding dick, which was even smaller than Shawn’s, in his hand with cum on the floor in front of him. “Glad you enjoyed the show cuck. He has a sweet hole.” I said as I walked by. I walked back to the house. Mom and dad are in their room so I didn’t disturb them. I went to my bathroom and took a shower. I got out and brushed my teeth and climbed into bed. As I lay in bed, waiting for sleep I thought about my visit. I had took my now brother in laws poz load in my hole, I had put several toxic loads in my cousin, I had swallowed two of my brothers loads, potential knocked up his two best friends, and now most likely impregnated the wedding coordinator. It was one of the hottest weekends of my life. My dick twitched, but it and I were too tired and worn out for another round. I rolled over to my side and closed my eyes. I left for home tomorrow afternoon. I needed to try and make arrangement to flood the flight attendant tomorrow if I could before I flew out. But I could figure that out in the morning I told my self. I drifted off to sleep very pleased and satisfied. ————- Another chapter is done. I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you again for the positive feedback. We probably have one chapter left. Look for to in the coming days.

I will admit, that I sometimes don't even want it anymore. Sometimes during a long session, sometimes before, but my bf has some sort of sixth sense though, because it seems that when I want it the least he brings over the dirtiest cock swinging dudes to have their ways with me. It's a mind fuck, constantly fucking all these men. When you're getting used in ways that you don't prefer, but by the way some strange man whose name you don't even know wants to fuck, it really drives the point home that you're just an object. They are not fucking me like they do their partners. Sometimes when I am surrounded by cocks, and I'm completely ignored, all these men are just focused on my holes, I just feel so cheap. Man after man cumming, some laugh, some spit on me, many like to piss, it's all about them. A couple weeks ago, I had a guy whose thing was spanking. That's hot, I can take it. But once my ass was red, it became a target. man after man hard slapping, and grabbing. My whole ass, inside and out, was sore. Someone gets an idea, and the whole group participates. One night I must have swallowed dozens of loads. I remember laying missionary and man after man coming in my mouth. I was told not to swallow and just keep my mouth open. It was so much. when I finally swallowed, it was two gulps. Then they all pissed, easily overfilling my mouth multiple times. This is long as rambly, sorry. I've got complex emotions about my role with my bf. But, like always, here I am horny as fuck just recounting all of this. I'm hopeless.

Piss in my mouth, all over me and up my ass!

The first time I drank piss, I realized I did it because of the way it felt. There I was on my knees in front of a Man and taking his cock in my mouth for the purpose of drinking his piss. I knew once I had the first taste of his piss, I would forever have crossed a line. I was no longer going to be some sort of "straight-acting gay man," I was going to be a faggot. AND I was not there because I was being forced to. I was there drinking his piss because I chose to. I wanted the freedom of being a faggot. I knew from that moment on I would always be a submissive faggot, and it was a choice I was willingly taking. I have learned that there are ways to make it taste better, like drinking diet drinks, where the sweetness passes through. Drinking lots of fluids waters down his piss. Later in the day is better than the first piss of the morning. Eating pineapple seems to make piss and cum taste sweeter It doesn't matter how he chooses to give me his piss. It is a gift. I have not yet engaged in public piss drinking, but I long to do that. Maybe also being forced to lick a urinal?

Being married i have always reached to use condoms. But recently I have let guys cum in me without any protection. The risk is very arousing and to the point of craving poz cum. I have tried to deny the urge but it keeps growing stronger. I feel like it's self destructive but it only grows stronger the more I try to fight it.

Feeding my cock to one of my fags.

I tried to shift again to try and adjust to the massive cock stretching my hole. The sting was starting to subside, and the feeling of fullness in my rectum was beginning to turn me on. I couldn't believe I was actually enjoying being violated like this, but the masochist in me was getting off on the abuse. John slowly started to ease the pressure into me and slid his cock back slightly before fucking it in to me again. He began to gently fuck my arse. "So lets decide the stakes." John said casually as he fucked me. "If you win, I pull out as I'm going to cum. I'll shoot my poz cum on those sweet cheeks of yours. Of course, your guts will still be coated in my dirty pre-cum, but still, better chances of not converting than taking this 3 day load" he chuckled. His thick cock was starting to pick up a little momentum. It felt as if each each time he pulled it out a little more and my poor battered hole was getting pulled out with it. I nodded frantically at this, I was turned on but suddenly thinking about how dangerous this was, my hole being slimed with poz pre-cum. "Oh, you're agreeing already, and without even hearing the losing stakes. If you lose..." I heard him flip a coin. "Then I post this video to grindr, and we see how long we can have some fun today." He reached forward and placed a phone on the bench in front of me. I turned my head and saw a picture on it. My eyes widened as I saw what was presumably my arse being violated. A blood tinged cock was pulling out of a puffy arsehole above the text reading "BB bondage bottom - taking all loads." I was horrified, obviously. The idea of my recently virgin hole being filled with loads and cock from whatever random guy wanted to drop one in me was so....so.... I started to nod my head slowly, not as enthusiastically. Yeah. What were the odds I could lose again? Right? I almost convinced myself there was the slightest chance I could survive the day with catching the bug. "Alright then" John said as he fucked me. "Nod for heads. Shake for tails." I paused. I nodded my head. I felt John pause, his amazing cock poised half way into my hole. I heard him give a chuckle again and placed a coin just in front of me. As he picked up the phone with the same hand I craned to see the side facing up. Tails. I felt cold shock down my spine. There were a few seconds longer of that frozen moment before I heard John say: "Aaaand, posted." He placed his hands on the small of my back again. This time he pushed harder, arching my back and pushing my arse further up towards his crotch. The increased pressure was uncomfortable, but that was nothing compared to what happened to my hole a moment later. I thought he'd been fucking me before, sliding his cock in and out, but I realised he'd been teasing me. The invading flesh started to piston-fuck me, slamming his hips into my cheeks with a stinging slap. The sensations from my arse veered from agony to ecstasy. I closed my eyes and bit down on the gag between my teeth. The assault continued at a quick steady pace for a few more minutes. Then John firmly slammed his cock to the hilt. He growled as he ground his hips into me as I felt his cock twitch in my hole. This lasted for a moment before he fell forwards, his sweaty body lying on top of mine, both our skins slippery with sweat. His cock stayed nestled inside me. As the pain subsided I started to feel how hot and wet my hole felt. He lay that way for a few minutes, both of us panting the same hot air sharp and musky with the smell of cum and sweaty bodies. After a while he stood up and his softening cock slipped out of my hole. I could feel the air hit my wrecked hole. It felt like it was still gaping and leaking cum down my leg. I heard a unmistakable phone camera shutter noise, not even trying to hide it now. "And that pic should really get some attention on your post." John said.

His cock head felt hot as it slipped between my sweaty arse cheeks. It was so hot in this room that my crack was already slippery with sweat, and it got slicker as his precum mixed with my sweat. I closed my eyes and my heart was pounding like a drum in my chest. I was so incredibly turned on but also terrified about the massive poz cock poised at my hole. "My my, you do like to live...dangerously don't you? I wonder what the odds of you converting in one fuck would be?" he spoke as he slowly rubbed his cock between my cheeks. His cockhead brushed my tight virgin hole and I flinched, but at the same time a jolt ran up my spine, I was so turned on. "How dangerously, I wonder? Hmmm......maybe you'd like to flip for lube? Or condoms?" Wait, what? Was that one flip? Or two? I couldn't quite figure out what he meant, I tried to nod and shake my head while asking in muffled moans round the gag for him to please use a condom. I heard the flick and slap of him flipping another coin behind my back again. "Ooh, bad choice I'm afraid. No condoms or lube it is. I do hope your not the type to welch on a bet." John lined his massive cock up with my virgin hole. I'd never inserted anything bigger than a curious finger up there and now there was a bare poz cock beginning to press against it. It was somewhat slippery from the sweat and precum that had slicked my crack, but not enough for this! I clenched my jaw and bit hard into the rubber ball gag as my hole burned and stung, straining to accommodate the invading cockhead. The pain abated very slightly as the head popped in and John eased back from pushing in. "Oh, that is a lovely, tight arsehole you've got there. Can't believe your so happy to just risk that lovely neg hole getting ruined on a silly bet." He slowly started to slip the first little part of his cock in and out of my poor hole. The burning increased again, but I could feel it starting to become a bit slicker. How much precum was that poz cock leaking into my unprotected arse? And why was my cock so hard, even through the pain radiating from my arse. "Whoops, think I might have torn you up a little getting in there. Little bit of bloods nothing to worry about though." John chuckled as he worked more of his cock into my hole. I continued to bite the gag and tried to breathe as my hole was slowly stretched and I began to feel the red hot length of his cock slide slowly further and further into my rectum. After some minutes, as John thrusted in I felt his balls slap my arse as he finally bottomed out. My arse was on fire and it felt like his cock was trying to take up some serious space in my abdomen. As he fully penetrated me, he leaned forward and rested his hands on the small of my back, pushing me down. I felt a drip of sweat fall from him and hit me between the shoulder blades. "Well, don't you fit like the perfect cock sleeve! With a little persuasion. Now, how about a real bet?" I tried to catch my breath. I shuddered and writhed slightly on the iron bar piercing me. What the fuck else? What did this guy have in mind for me!

Love this dirty game he is playing like a carnival barker. This boy doesn't stand a chance....HOT!

"Wanna see something else" he asked as I gently stroked this monster cock. I'd never felt anything like it, so hard yet soft in my hand. I glanced up. "Uh, like what?" I asked. "C'mon, I'll show you. You'll love it I'm sure." he said. He turned away and my hand fell away from his cock. I stood up and followed him like a lost puppy. He opened another door and waved me in to what seemed like a spare room. Inside was a padded bench facing a rack of various toys. The bench was made of dark wood with leather pads where you could rest your arms and legs. "Cool isn't it? And it's actually pretty comfy. Wanna try it?" He asked me. His grin was positively predatory now. "Yeah, it's pretty cool, but I dunno, I'm not..." "Tell you what, flip a coin. You lose, you lie down on it for me and tell me how it is" he suggested. Something about this whole chance going was turning me on. I shrugged and he flipped the coin. I called heads. "Tails. So hop on, boy" he said. I could feel my heart racing as I lay down on the fuck bench. "So this is a whole day of firsts isn't it, boy. Let's flip for the cuffs and gag. Get the whole experience." I heard him flip the coin and catch it before I could object. This was getting out of hand. "I...uh.... Heads?" I said instead of arguing. "Ooh, tails it is." He put the chin down without even showing it to me. For some reason I just meekly opened my mouth as he jammed a rubber gag in. I felt the click of cold steel round my wrists. He rested his hand on my head. I could feel his cock resting between my arse cheeks through my shorts. " So let's flip for clothes, eh?" he flipped the coin. Wait, what? How was this meant to work? I couldn't talk round this gag forcing my jaw open. I tried to argue. "Man, you sure can pick em. Nope, tails you lose, let's lose the shorts." I could feel the cold steel against my arse this time as he cut my shorts off with some shears. I started to cry a little as my situation sunk in. What the fuck had I got myself into? He gently ran his hands down my back as I felt the head of his cock start to rub between my cheeks. I could feel the slick precum start to leak onto my tight arsehole.

My pierced cock runs everything I do in my life. And, to be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way. I never used condoms ever because I was raised the my cum belongs inside whoever I chose to fuck and unload into. He/she/they/them - it doesn't matter. My pierced cock will always fuck bareback and pump whatever hole I'm fucking full of my DNA. A piece of me will live on inside of them one way or another. Just this past weekend I knocked up a man of God in trade so my bf could take a nap in in his room after a cruise. I knew as soon as I saw the man of God I'd have to fuck him, but my bf got his nap, and the man of God took his first pierced cock. Maybe something else took as well, but that's the mystery of life and letting your cock make decisions for you... I wouldn't have it any other way

I am a thick cocked power bottom that spills his seed everyday. My penis rus my like too, and so does my hungry ass. A misconception has grown up in part of the sex world that males who like taking penis are somehow less male or submissive, and this is a massive falsehood. I have an ass gash that you can park a bus in and am constantly spreading my legs for guys, but I am just as dominant as any top that every doused my ass or mouth with his DNA. I m constantly in cruise mode, constantly horny and always seeking out places I can bate or mate. Any male who lets his penis roam free the way Nature intended is in a much healthier headspace than any religious submissive who spends his life wracked with shame towards his penis and shame over his libido.

Hooked up with this latino hottie boy last night. He couldn't host and neither could I, wound up fucking in his car. we were kissing and jerking like crazy and he admitted he wanted me to fuck him. Was kind of shocked as he had a REALLY big cock. Got him in position, and he wanted me to jerk him off, so I did and used his cum to lube up his ass and my cock. Love that he wanted me raw, didn't ask any questions, plunged in him and didn't stop until I blasted my first load in him and kept pumping and put the second one in too. He was super verbal the whole time, admitting he had a GF, shouldn't be letting me do this, but also telling me how good my cock felt and how bad he wanted my loads. After I loaded him he flipped me down and did the spit and stick, loading my ass.

I find it HOT! I love to cum on my Top's boner than sit back on it for a hot, smooth ride.

I'd prefer loose. It implies the bottom takes a lot of dick and being a slut is a super turn on for me.