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I went back to my bedroom to get dressed. As it was the end of the week I only had two pairs of shorts to wear. One was cargo shorts and another were my short running shorts. They were 3" shorts so they showed my legs and were a little tight on the ass. I knew I should wear the cargo shorts as they were more appropriate but I didnt care. Something made me want to wear the short running shorts for Professor Post. I got to work early before 7:30am. I walked in and thought the office was empty. "Nice shorts. I like them very much" I heard a voice and turned around. It was Professor Post. "Oh thank you. Sorry you startled me. I thought I was the only one here" I said "Sorry I scared you." he said walking over and putting both hands on my shoulders trying to calm me. He was standing about 8 inches away. I could smell his manly scent as he biked in and again was in his tight speedo biking shorts that were sporting a huge hard on. He saw me glance. "If you want you can touch it, I am ok with that. Anytime you want to." he said soothing I could feel me cock get hard. "Thank you but I am fine" I replied "Are you sure? Your cock is telling me otherwise" he said looking down at my crotch. Because my shorts were so short, my cock was pushing straight out. "Oh sorry" I said blushing "Don't apologize, its fine. We need to listen to our bodies and enjoy life's pleasures" he said I heard someone with the office key try to get in and I quickly stepped back and walked to my desk and sat down. Professor Post went back to his office. I had a meeting with Professor Post and 2 other department employees at 8am, one a student like me and another full time person. The student was named Lisa. She was one year older than me and pretty hot. She flirted on occasion even though she knew I had a gf. She would wear some pretty tight yoga pants to work or short dresses and flirt with me. One day her yoga pants were so tight she was showing camel toe. She told me she didn't like to wear panties when wearing yoga pants. It was the same day Jane visited me at work and sneered at her. And then yelled at me that night saying she was slut. We sat a table in the conference room. Lisa sat across from me, Professor next to me and the other employee next to Lisa. We went over things for an upcoming field trip a warehouse and older part of town. The Professor wanted students to tour the area and get a feel for this gritty part of town as part of a semester paper on dilapidated and underserved urban areas. He said there was also home to the gay community. We began planning and suddenly felt someone's foot playing with mine. It was Lisa. She was flirting with me under the table. I moved my foot away from her foot. I thought it was over. Then I felt her foot on my cock. WTH was she doing. She just wrote down notes like nothing was happening. My cock got a little hard from her rubbing. I tried to adjust and push in my chair so the Professor wouldn't notice. The Professor asked her for some information that was at her desk. She put back on here flats and went to her desk. The other employee left for a phone call. Professor Post leaned over and put his hand on my thigh, " You ok" he said "Yes why" I replied "Looks like someone was playing footsies under the table. I am not blind" he said pushign out my chair. My cock was turgid and there was a wet spot. "She really likes you. She's been flirting for a while now. It's okay if you like her. " he said "I don't" I replied looking back at him eye to eye. "Ok good" the Professor said. He stood up, again his crotch in my face and shifted his cock right in front of me before leaving the conference room. My cock was rock hard now. I got my stuff and left and went back to my desk hiding my cock. Lisa stopped by we chatted and then she left. I went to my classes and finished early. I decided to go to the health clinic on campus to get checked on. I checked in at the clinic and filled out the form and why I was there. I waited in the lobby until they called my name. I sat there thinking about the last week or so. How my life has changed so much. New city, new place to live, new job, new friends and new sexual experiences. "Dan" someone called I stood up and walked to the back of the clinic to the person who called my name. "You Dan?" the guy asked " Yes" I replied "Right this way" he said He led me into a room and then closed the door. "Have a seat" he said As he walked from the door to me, he was an older guy maybe mid 40's. About 5'10 average size, slightly muscular. He had a buzz cut and an earring and a beard and moustach. He was kind of handsome. I sat on a chair next to his table facing him and he sat down facing me diagonally. " Hi my name is Rob. I am the STD counselor and nurse here at the clinic" he said "Nice to meet you I am Dan." I replied. "So I read your form, tell me why you are here" he said "I had sex with someone who has HIV and wanted to get tested and on maybe get on PEP" I replied "Okay" he said slowly "Let's first get through a bit of how you got here and talk about that. That ok" He asked "Sure" I said "So how did you meet this person and have sex. When did you find out she had HIV" he asked "Uhh, I had sex with a guy" I said shyly "Oh, sorry. On your form you said you were straight" he replied "Yes I am and have a gf but I had sex with a guy" I replied "So your bisexual?" he said smiling "I don't know. Maybe?" I replied questioning him. "Ok so tell me a little about what happened." he said in a clinical tone I told him how we had started making out and he started fingering me and then ate me out. I could see his facial expressions changed and were very interested. "I take it this was your first time like that with another man", he asked "Yes. I had never had anyone lick me down there and finger me like that. He played with me before but not like that" I said "He played with you before? So this isnt the first time you had sex with him?" he looked puzzled "This was the first time he licked me down there and fucked me but not the first time he touched me down there." I replied softly "What sexual activity have you done in the past?" he asked I told him the past few times of us jacking off together to gay porn and that the last time I gave him a bj and he gave me one. Also went as far back as being in the pool with him. "So was this the first time you had been with a man" he asked I paused and thought. "Yes and no" I said I went on to tell him about me and my high school friend jacking off together and one time my swim coach and me were drinking at the pool one time after a swim meet and everyone left and he rubbed my cock thru my speedos and I had come. I left right after feeling uncomfortable. "Ok so you had some activity with me before" he asked "Yes I guess I did. I never thought about it before. But i'd never had sex with another man like fucking" I replied "That's fine but there are different types of sexual activities and intercourse is only one of them. What made you do more with this gentleman now? What's his name?" he asked "His name is Rick." I replied I told him that he made me feel relaxed and comfortable with my body, he made me feel sexy and beautiful. I felt comfortable in my own skin. "How did you meet Rick? Was it at a bar or school? Tell me about him and when did you find out about him having HIV?" he asked I told him he is my landlord and that it started slowly like at the pool, sharing more details about how he touched me and made me comfortable about my body and even my precum. I could see the nurses eyes start to focus and could see a sense of arousal. I glanced down and could see his cock pushing out thru his scrubs. I looked up quickly hoping he didn't see me look. I think he did cause he smiled back. I then told him about how old he was and what he looked like. I shared I knew he had HIV before the first time we jacked off together when I found his empty pill bottles. "So you knew he had HIV before you masturbated with him, let him eat your semen and then lick your ass hole. Then finally let him have intercourse with you?" he asked in a clinical way "Yes" I said embarrassingly "But I told him not to cum in me and I tried to push him off" I said "Wait you told him not to orgasm in your ass and tried to push him off and he still did it?" the nurse asked in a concerning manner "Yes" I said looking down He lifted my head up by my chin. "Did he rape you" the nurse asked with a caring look. "No he didn't" I said quickly "Then what do you mean. It sounds a little like he forced himself on you without your consent." he said pulling his hand away from my face as it dropped it brushed against my lower thigh. "No he didn't rape me or force himself on me like that" he said. "Walk me through what happened" he said I told him how I let him fuck me and looking back I wanted to see how it felt. When he asked me if I wanted him to pull out, I had a difficult time saying no and just said "please". "So he took that as fuck me more" he said "Yes I think so" I replied I did share that I knew Rick was a top who once he started never pulled out and even that my body betrayed me cause I even pushed back on his cock a few times cause it wanted his cock in me. "So you wanted him to fuck you even though you knew he had HIV" the nurse said "Yes I kind of did" I said "I am confused" I replied "Yes I know that can be confusing. The body's need for touch, intimacy and pleasure and then the reality of STD's and HIV" he said "I just think listening to everything you told me, you sound like you might not be that afraid or not wanting HIV as much as you think" he replied? "What do you mean that's crazy" I replied back in a strong tone "its not. You knew your landlord had HIV, yet time after time you escalated your sexual encounters and intimacy with him. He told you about his HIV, how he got it, how he fucked bottoms and how he wanted to breed them and make them pregnant. Even when you told me the story about him and Jeff and you were confused that someone would want POZ cum in them and chase it, I could tell you were aroused. Look at you now" he said looking down at my cock It was rock hard and had a wet spot at the head area. He placed his hand on my thigh and caressed it. "Sounds like you wanted this to happen" he said He caressing felt good. Then there was a knock on the door. "You almost finished. We have a long line now outside", the clerk said "Yeah almost done" the nurse said He stood up, his cock was pushing out of his scrubs. "Pull down your pants and get on all fours on the exam table" he told me "Why?" I asked "I want to make sure you don't have a serious tear. You said you still had pain there" he replied. I took off my shorts and my cock was hard. "Don't be embarrassed its okay. We are all men and have desires and sometimes talking about it arouses us." he said patting my shoulder I hopped on the table. He put on a glove on his right hand and put lube on his finger. He started to apply it to just the outside of my hole. It felt good almost like he was teasing my hole. "Relax I am just trying to see if there is any bleeding on the outside" he said Then he slowly stuck his finger in massaging my insides. I let out a soft moan. "Sorry" I said softly "Again don't apologize, its natural. You should listen to your body and your desires" he said in a sensual way. Then I felt his finger hit that special spot, my gspot and I let out a loud moan and my ass pushed back on its own. "That's your prostate. A mans gspot. Its soft so that's good." he said as he kept rubbing it. My head dropped. "Your ass muscles seem ok, they are really sucking on my finger he said" Then I felt a second finger and I winced then he used them to open me up and go deeper. I kept moaning and started to pant. My cock was dripping precum on the table. "Yeah he must have found it hard to pull out cause your ass is amazing. It looks like you still have his cum in you." he said and his face what inches away from my ass. He left hand that was bare was caressing my ass. I was moaning and panting. He pulled out his fingers and smeared it on my hole teasing it. He walked away and I thought I heard him lick his fingers. He pulled off the gloves and threw them away. "You can get up off the table and put on your shorts." he said I looked on the table and there was precum on it. You can clean it up how you want. He walked back to the desk and I licked it up. He gave me a prescription for PEP and told me to come back a a few weeks for further counseling and a test. I left the clinic for the pharmacy. How my life has changed since meeting Rick I thought. And even though I am on my way to picking HIV meds, I broke a smile.

Sorry I am made an error in this section and replaced it here. Hope you enjoy it. I woke up again, it was just after midnight. I went to go and use the bathroom and heard moaning. This time it didn't sound like the porn playing on the TV, it was someone here with Rick. I slowly and quietly walked to his bedroom and ever so quietly and slowly peaked into his bedroom. I could see Rick on top of a young guy, like my age or younger, barely 18, and he was fucking him with his huge cock. The guy on the bottom was spreading out his legs begging Rick to fuck him hard and make him pregnant. What did he say??? Make him pregnant? That word again? Men don't get pregnant. Rick was pounding him hard. "Yeah you want my cock don't you, you little sluttly boy" Rick said pounding him hard " Fuck yes Daddy fuck me hard with your huge cock...fuck me please, don't stop" the guy said "Tell me what you really want", Rick said "I want you to make me pregnant" the bottom said "And tell me, say it boy or you won't get it anymore", Rick said as he pulled out and stopped fucking the guy. His cock was glistening with lube and what looked like jizz. The bottom guy looked frustrated and tried to push back towards Rick's hard cock. "No bitch say it or you won't get it." Rick said sternly "I want your cock, I want you to fuck me, I want you to make me pregnant, PLEASE PLEASE" he begged "And!", Rick said "And shoot your hot POZ load in me please" he begged WTH....he was begging Rick to shoot his knowingly HIV positive load in him. What was this guy saying. "Yeah that's it tell Daddy what you need. You been wanting this for a long time. Your pussy has wanted Daddy's cock and charged cum" Rick said "Yes Daddy I have wanted it for soooo long. I've wanted your hot charged cum in me. I've waited over six months for you to fuck me and plant your charged seed me. Fuck I need your cock in me, I need your charged cum please Daddy" the bottom said "Yeah wasn't it worth the wait", Rick said as he started to pound the bottom beneath him You could see the bottom in bliss, his eyes rolled back into his head all while spreading his legs and panting and moaning. Rick turned towards the door and I pulled back. I don't think he saw me. I waited in the hallway without looking and just listened to them. I looked down and my cock was rock hard and my hand was already on it. Rick fucked him hard for the next 5 minutes. All that time the bottom guy was moaning begging for Rick's charged POZ seed in him. He wanted to get pregnant with his cum, his DNA. My cock was rock hard listening to it. I peeked back again. Rick was no piledriving into the bottom. The guy was trying to scream but nothing came out, just a whimper. You could see the bottoms cock, a descent size was leaking precum without even touching his cock. I could tell Rick was on the edge. He had that look on his face I saw the other night. "Here it comes whore, you are going to get it." Rick yelled now ramming his cock into the bottoms ass. "OHHHH yes Daddy cum in me please, I want your POZ cum in me", he moaned back. Rick yelled as he kept ramming into the young guy under him essentially pinning him into the bed. I could see Rick was releasing his seed into the younger bottom. "AHHHHHH", Rick yelled He kept ramming him and started to slow his pace. You could see the cum coating his cock as it slowly went in and out. The bottom kept moaning. Rick leaned over and they started to kiss deeply. In all the excitement in watching them fuck, I came in my underwear. My hand was wet, my underwear filled and wet with my huge load of cum and it was leaking down my leg. I tried to scoop it up with my other hand. I quietly went back to my bedroom and licked up all my cum. I kept thinking about what I just saw and heard and my cock got hard again. I couldn't help myself and started to jack off thinking about the scene and shot another load on my chest. Licking it up and from my underwear. Content or not, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning early around 6am. The sun was out. I went out to take a shower and when I came out Rick and the guy I saw in the room were in the living room. The guy was leaving. "Jeff I want you to meet my roommate Dan. Dan this is my friend Jeff", Rick said "Hello nice to meet you", I said Jeff said the same. He looked even younger than I thought earlier. Barely 18. He was in a tight see thru shirt and boy booty shorts. His ass cheeks were hanging out a little and there was what looked like cum leaking down his leg. He noticed me looking and smiled and used his finger to wipe it up then licked his finger. "Ohh sorry he came in me so many times I overflowing", he said smiling "Okay", I said back. I could feel my cock getting hard. Rick was only sporting his thin white shorts and a decent hard on. "Sorry if we were making too much noise last night", jeff said "No not at all. Didn't hear a thing", I said "Really. I thought I heard you in the living room or hall way." Rick said smiling "Maybe when I was using the bathroom", I replied "There was cum on the ground when we walked out" Rick said "It could have been leaking from me, you fucked me so many times last night. Its still leaking out of me." Jeff said flirting with Rick "Well I gotta get going. Nice to meet you Dan", Jeff said leaning over to Rick and kissing him while grabbing his huge meat. Rick grabbed him and pulled him in for a deep kiss, their tongues going at it while he grabbed the kids ass. "You better get going before I take you right here", Rick said "He might like it" Jeff said looking at me and his hand rubbing Rick's cock thru his thin shorts. "Sorry I gotta get ready for school. Have fun", I said quickly turning back and going into the bathroom. I went into the bathroom to get washed up and hide my hard on. Rick came to the bathroom door. "Its okay if you were in the hall way, I don't mind you watching. Come in next time", Rick said "Uhh okay thanks. I am good." I said. I was naked and getting into the shower. "Okay if I come in and use the bathroom" Rick said "Sure" I replied as I started to shave He pulled out his half erect piece of man meat and started to rub it for a few times while stepping into the bathroom. He could see my hard cock. "Your leaking boy" he said reaching out and swirling his hand on my cock scooping up my precum and teasing the tip of my cock. I moaned and my eyes closed a bit. He took his fingers and licked them. "Hmmm you do taste good. Maybe I will get to taste more of you later one day" He said. "Ughh yeah maybe" I said, not knowing why I said that. "Good sooner the better" Rick said grabbing my cock head and taking more leaking precum and sticking it in my mouth. Again that way he did it felt good in my mouth so sensual so soft my mouth on autopilot started to lick and suck his finger clean. "Yeah good boy taste your cum, its so sweet" he said He turned back towards the urinal I couldn't help but look at his huge cock. He saw me look while I was shaving. He smiled. "I wish you came in last night. We could have had a lot of fun", Rick said "Ohh thanks I am fine", I replied "You jack off last night" Rick asked I paused and thought. Do I tell him the truth. "Yeah", I said as I washed my face. "Good, if you need help again let me know." he said putting his cock back in his thin shorts. I got a glance and he of course saw me. "I know things are a bit awkward right now but I hope we can get past it. I just want you to be happy.", Rick said squeezing it noticing my eyes fixed on his meat "Thank you I appreciate that", I said quickly and fully stepped into the shower. He finished using the bathroom and left.

I woke up the next morning. My ass was sore both the entrance and my inside. I got up and went to the bathroom took a shower and got ready. As I came out of my bedroom dressed Rick was at the table having coffee. He asked that I join him. I grabbed some coffee and sat at the table across from him. "How are you doing" Rick asked "I am ok. Just sore." I replied "Don't worry it will heal" he said I nodded "How are you feeling" he asked "Confused" I replied "Do you want to talk about it?" Rick asked "Not sure. I don't know what to think. I thought about what you said last night" I replied and paused "You are right, I knew you have HIV and I knew we were making out. I enjoyed the way you played with my ass and my body. I just didn't stop and think. I was too in the moment" I said "Did you enjoy it" Rick asked "I did and my body did. But I did say not to cum in me." I said "Yes that's true and I am sorry I got carried away. But you also knew once I was in I don't pull out and I asked if you wanted me to stop and you didn't say anything." Rick said "You have up to 72 hours to get on PEP. You should go to the clinic and get some. I think that will ease your mind. As for us playing together, I don't want to force you into anything you are not wanting or ready for. Maybe we take a pause. Ok?" Rick said I nodded. He stood up and left the house to go to work. I got to work early. Professor Post came by me desk and chatted and gave me some things to follow up on. His crotch was eye level and he didn't change yet and was wearing his spandex biking shorts but it looked tighter. His cock was hard and you could clearly see the outline. It looked at least 8-9" and it was thick. I tried not to look. "Hello earth to Dan up here" he said smiling. I said sorry and took the papers he gave to me. He stepped a little closer to me so his crotch was literally 6-8 inches away from my face. I looked up at him towering over me. He looked down at his crotch and then I did. It was thick and he throbbed it making it move and then said "Hmmmm... It likes you". I started to blush. I was worried as there were other employees in the office but they couldnt see what was going on cause his back was to them and part of a cubicle wall was blocking their view. I noticed at the tip of his cock a ring like thing was sticking thru the spandex. I stared leaning in closer to look. He then stepped a little closer and pushed his crotch into my face. Both our motion at the same time placed my face in his crotch against his hard cock. I inhaled and smelled his crotch. It smelled musty, body odor like and also this aroma which was intoxicating. He looked down at me and I back up at him and he pointed to my crotch. My cock was hard and pushing thru my running shorts. "I like you in running shorts, keep that up in the office. Ok" he said in a quiet yet commanding way and I nodded. He stepped back and I could see a small wet patch the size of a dime at the tip of his cock. "Ok I want those reports by the end of tomorrow Dan" he said as he placed his folders in front of his bulge and walked away.

Part 13: The Biohazard Number and a Husband's "Hey Honey" The evening finds you in bed, a knot of conflicting emotions so tight you can barely breathe. The day's events replay in your mind on a relentless loop: the disappointingly negative test result, the doctor's cold rejection, his seething confession, the way he forced your hand against his toxic bulge. Then the bathroom stall, the anonymous student, the feeling of his load of questionable status filling you. And finally, the doctor's return, his possessive rage, the intimate, terrifying connection as he flooded you with his essence. Your hand drifts down between your legs. Your hole feels wonderfully puffy, swollen, used. You press a finger against it, feeling the tender, bruised flesh. You can feel the wetness inside, a mixture of two distinct loads, a potent cocktail of student and doctor, still resting deep in your guts. The thought of losing even a drop is unbearable. You reach over to the nightstand and pull out your favorite dildo, a thick, veined thing that always hits the right spot. You skip the lube; there's more than enough left inside of you. You guide it to your sore hole and push it in slowly, a deep moan escaping your lips as it sinks home. You're not fucking yourself for pleasure; you're performing maintenance. You work the dildo in and out, shoving what is left of the precious, toxic loads deeper, making sure your body absorbs every last remaining drop of their gift. As you work the dildo, your mind races, fixating on the student. You replay the encounter in your head, trying to decipher his true nature. Was he just a horny kid exploring his newfound freedom at college, chasing the thrill of anonymous bareback risk? Is his excitement about the unknown just a newfound kink, a horny reaction to walking the edge of a cliff? Or is he something more deliberate? A calculating hunter, excited by the possibility of a permanent change, even if he doesn't know what he carries? But then the doctor's voice cuts through your fantasy, cold and clinical. That kid was negative. The doctor would know; he knew his lab results. And as much as you wanted to believe the kid was a secret legend in the making, you had to trust the doctor's diagnosis. The student was just a gateway drug, not the main event. A fun, dirty, but ultimately temporary stepping stone. Then you think about the doctor. He wasn't a bugchaser; he was a man who was pozzed unknowingly by the man he loved, a victim of betrayal. But in that office, something shifted. It wasn't your defiance that changed him; it was your submission. Your desperate, shame-filled honesty, your complete inability to hide your fear and desire—you didn't just challenge his medical authority; you laid your soul bare at his feet. But there was something more, something undeniable. Even in the midst of his rage, you were aroused by him. You couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his scrubs, a fact he couldn't have missed. And when he confessed his status, that he was poz and highly toxic, your own cock didn't shrink in fear. It throbbed. He saw it. He saw the raw, undeniable proof of your desire for the very thing that had destroyed his life. In your pathetic vulnerability and your unmistakable arousal, you showed him a new way to see his condition. You weren't horrified by his poison; you were drawn to it. You helped him discover that his "life sentence" could be wielded as power, that his poison could be a gift. You didn't just awaken his rage; you awakened his inner god. He wasn't just a man broken by it; he was a true toxic titan, reborn in that moment. Your eyes drift to your phone, lying on the nightstand. The memory of the biohazard symbol on the toilet wall flashes in your mind. The phone number written beneath. Who would leave a number like that? The possibilities are endless. A fellow bugchaser, looking for a connection. A true giftgiver, a dispenser of destiny. A poz guy who just got his own positive result and is looking to share the "good news." Or maybe it's just a troll, someone's idea of a sick joke. The uncertainty doesn't deter you; it intoxicates you. The thrill of the unknown pulls at something deep inside you, a primal urge to explore who’s at the end of the line. Your desire overrides your caution. You leave the dildo buried deep inside you, a constant, full reminder of the day's events. You grab your phone, your hand slick with your own leaking precum, and open your photo gallery. You find the picture of the number. Your heart hammers. A reckless, desperate urge takes over. You need to know. You need to hear the voice on the other end. You don't save the number. You don't give it a name. You just manually type the digits into the keypad, your thumb hovering over the green call button. This is it. An anonymous connection. A step further into the abyss. You start to stroke your cock. You are hard as hell, massaging your cockhead with the precum flowing from your piss slit. You are building up to a climax. You press it. It rings once. Someone picks up. "Hey honey." The world stops. It's his voice. Your husband's. The shock is so profound, so absolute, that it triggers a physical response. Your balls tighten, your ass spasms around the dildo, sucking it in to the hilt, your cock jerks, and you erupt. A thick, powerful rope of cum shoots from your slit, splattering across your chest and stomach. You almost drop the phone. It's a dry, shuddering, soul-crushing orgasm that feels more like a seizure than a release. You're gasping for air, your body convulsing on the bed as the waves of pleasure and horror crash over you. "Hey," you manage to choke out, your voice a strangled whisper, still panting from your unexpected climax. "I... I think I butt-dialed you. Sorry." There's a pause on the other end. "Oh, okay," he says, his tone completely normal, utterly unaware of the seismic shock and the simultaneous orgasm ripping through you. "No worries. Everything alright? You sound weird." "Yeah," you lie, your throat tight, your own cum cooling on your skin. "Just... tired. I'll, uh, I'll see you at home on Friday." "Okay, love you." "Love you too." You hang up. The screen goes dark. You're left in the silence of your bedroom, the phone feeling like a lead weight in your hand, your own load as damning evidence on your chest, the dildo still buried deep inside you. You're not just shaking; you're vibrating. The realization doesn't just hit you—it unravels you. You knew he was a slut like you. You saw him at the rest stop, heard him beg for a toxic load. That's your shared sickness, your unspoken bond. But this... this is different. The rest stop is a playground. The clinic is a reckoning. He wasn't just there for a quick, anonymous fuck in the dark. He was there in the light of day, sitting in the same waiting room, filling out the same forms. He was there with a purpose. The questions flood your mind, each one more chilling than the last. Was he there for PEP, trying to crawl back to safety? Was he on PrEP, building a wall against the very gift you both crave? Was he just treating another bug, a simple hurdle on the path? Or was he there for confirmation, just like you, and was he may be more successful? You have no idea. The ambiguity is a chasm of uncertainty, and you are falling into it. The rest stop made you partners in sin. But this... this makes you competitors. The clinic is no longer just a buffet; it's a race. And you have no idea who's ahead, or even what the finish line looks like for him. You lie there in the dark, the ghost of his casual "Hey honey" echoing in your mind, your own cum drying on your skin. But then, a new thought cuts through the haze of panic, sharp and cold. In this race, you might just have the advantage. You know about him. You've identified him at the rest stop, and now at the clinic. You've seen his secret life laid bare. Does he have any idea about you? As far as you know, you're still just his husband, his safe harbor. The thought sends a dark thrill through you. You're not just racing him; you're hunting him. And he doesn't even know he's being hunted. The call wasn't the end. It was the starting gun.

You never know who you will meet in the locker room. It is always a welcoming surprise when a fantasy becomes a reality. Doctors visits will never be the same.

Jory the Jock Jory was the jock that everyone wanted to be. He was captain of the college football team. He was going out with the hottest girl on the cheerleading team. He was the bro of all bros. He was a 6’1’’ black man with a toned football quarterback body. Unfortunately, he was also self-centered jackass that only though with his dick. Any all of his bros on the team knew it. It never failed, once one of the guys would score a new girlfriend, Jory would swoop in and get his dick in her before anyone else had the chance. He would fain being sorry and swear he would never do anything like that again. That is until another of the guys got a new girlfriend. It was the worst kept secret of the team. Everyone knew this was his pattern. His girlfriend just ignored all the gossip about her boyfriend, even though she knew deep down it was true. Well some of the guys had enough of his shit. They planned out a toga party and invited a small group of cool people to attend the kegger. Arim and Troy had had enough. The night of the party arrived and the men started with their plan. They waited for the party to die down to just a few people. Basically just people that would leave when told the party was over. It was a small group. They had made sure that Jory was showing up late by throwing him on the trail of a new conquest. Beside they had their eyes on his girlfriend Tiffany. They made Tiffany a mixed drink with a ton of G. Enough to punch out a small elephant they laughed to themselves. She was already pretty drunk and wouldn’t catch the taste. The plan was to have her pass out and drag her to the bedroom and each take their turns with her. They would record the parts where she was coherent and send them to Jory to knock him down a peg or two. The two men had not foreseen that Jory would make the last of the party. He was an asshole and just grabbed the drink out of his girlfriend’s hand and downed the drink himself. Pissed off that their plan was now gone to shit, the guys called the party to an end. Everyone left except for the 2 men and their leader Jory. It was probably a good thing he stayed because he was starting to feel the G kick in and sank into the couch. After a minute or two he was passed out. The two guys were understandably upset that they would no longer get to run a train on his girlfriend because he was an asshole and downed her drink. So after they calmed down a bit, they realized they could go with the newly made plan of plan b. They pulled out their smoking supplies. Arim pulled out some T and Troy pulled out a pipe. The two men started hitting the pipe, making cloud after cloud. They started jerking off to chub up a bit. Once they started to get hard, they took out their phones and recorded themselves slapping Jory in the face with their dicks. Jory’s mouth opened up and Troy thought, why not? He pushed his head into the open mouth. Immediately, he went instantly full 7 inch white boy hard on. T: Oh damn, that mouth feels good alright. Troy looks down at Jory. T: Damn Jory. I never took you as a cocksucker. Troy pushed more of his hard dick into the mouth. A: What the fuck are you doing dude? Haha that’s fucking horrible of you. Let me get in on that. Arim walked up with his hard dick and pushed his head into the open mouth. A: Oh damn. T: Right! It’s like his mouth was meant for your latino dick haha. Arim pushed as far as his 8 inch dick would go into the unconscious jock’s mouth. He starts to fuck the open mouth. A: Yeah, this will teach you to fuck everyone else’s girl. Hey Troy, get your phone and make sure you are getting this. Troy finds his phone again and records the assault of Jory’s mouth. The jock was leaking spit everywhere. T: Damn that looks so hot. Fuck this guy. Arim pushes in past the arch of the throat and moans. A: Yeah, I mean. We could you know. Teach him a lesson for fucking our girls. T: What are you talking about? A: Hey help me take him to the bedroom. I have an idea. Chapter 2 – Teaching him a lesson The two men each grabbed the jock on each side of him. They moved him over to the bed. Before Troy could start asking questions about what was happening, Arim already started stripping the jock. Thank goodness they had made it a toga party. He was dressed in only a sheet and his underwear underneath. They pulled the sheet off of his chiseled torso. When he got to the jock’s boxer briefs, he turned around to Troy. A: Go and get the cuffs. Time to treat the golden boy like a bitch. Like one of our bitches he loves to get up inside of. You with me? Troy stares at Arim a minute. If feels like a long minute but then grins back at his partner in crime. T: Yeah, fuck this bitch. Arim rips off the jock’s underwear and throws them by the bed post. Troy comes back with some restraints they use for their girl gangbangs. Tonight they would be used on the main man that liked using them the most. They lay the jock on his stomach and restrain his arms to the bed posts. Next they tie his legs to the other bed posts. This leaves the jocks ass exposed and open to the world. Troy leaves and comes back with their party supplies and a medical kit. They bust out more tina and smoke up. They pull out a needless syringe they use to push tina lube into girl’s asses during their gangbangs. Arim spits on the jock’s exposed hole and pushes his finger into the athletic ass. With him being unconscious, the digit sank right in with no trouble. But he pulls it out right away. It was only the beginning. They load up the syringe with lube and push it up the hole. A: This is for the three girls you fucked before me. take each one like a dirty whore, you fuck. Arim picks out some shards and pushes them one by one by one up the jock ass. He pushes his finger in behind the shards to make sure they dissolved deep inside of him. The ass muscles squeeze his finger a bit but relax once the tina had dissolved. Troy walks up and grabs some tina himself. T: This is for the two girls you fucked before me. Fucking asshole. Troy pushes two more large shards into the jock’s ass. They start playing porn on one of the phones. The other is ready to record the ordeal to further emasculate the man after the fact. The two men start jerking off to the porn and getting hard again. Once they are back to full shaft, Troy breaks out the smelling salt from the medical bag. He shoves the salt under Jory’s nose and almost instantly the jock starts to wake. All the tina pushed into his ass hits him like a ton of bricks. Jory starts feeling the tina body tingles right away. But before he could gather any thoughts, Arim gets up behind him with his body against the alpha jock. Jory felt the thick dick sliding against his ass but had no idea what it was. All he knew was his hole was begging for attention. Then without any warning, Arim pushes his dick into the alpha jock’s tight hole. Jory bellows out. all the air had been pushed out of his lungs. He had no idea what was going on. Then he felt more dick push inside of him. Jory pulls on the binds that hold his arms and legs in place. All he can think of is WTF! WTF! WTF! Arim pushes forward again getting the length of his dick inside of Jory. His dick throbs inside of the tight hole. The jock finally realizes what position he is in. He starts to buck and shove the man assaulting him off but the binds are too tight. He pulls on the restraints to no avail. The man on top of him starts to pull out and then slams back inside of him. That’s when Jory hears it – the laughter from Arim and Troy. Troy was cheering on his friend as he pounded the alpha male’s ass like a common hoe. J: Get off me! stop it! Get off me you fag! Arim slams back into the crying jock, forcing a moan out of the new bottom. A: Sounds like Jory likes what he is getting. You like that big dick in your hole? You do, don’t you? Yeah, take my dick. T: Okay man, let me have a turn. Arim pulls out and shifts off of the restrained jock. He is immediately replaced by the white boy Troy. His 7 inch hard on is rubbing up against the wet hole. With each glide over his hole, the tied down jock became vocal. J: Get off me guys. This is fucking gay. Leave my ass alone. Before he could finish his thought, Troy slams his thick dick into the black man. Jory grabs on the restrains again and tries to free himself. Troy rewards his efforts with starting to give him a good rhythmic fucking. He continues to bottom out on the jock. With each thrust balls deep in him, Jory strained himself trying to reach behind him and grab his attacker. J: who the fuck is raping me? A: No one rapes a whore. And you have proven yourself a man-whore to the extreme. J: Guys, this isn’t funny. This fucking hurts. Stop before I murder you for this. The two men just laugh at their sex slave chained down. Troy slaps Arim on the shoulder. That is their bro code way of tagging in and out. Arim pulls out and Troy takes his place behind the confined black man. T: Just sit back and try to enjoy this you fucking whore. Troy slams his dick back into the black man’s hole. Jory howls as Troy bottoms out. Again Jory pulls on his restraints to no avail. Troy continues to slam into the jock repeatedly for what felt like an hour for the new bottom. When he finally slowed down the pace, Jory was greatful for the moment but soon was full of fear again. T: oh yeah, baby, make me feel it. you want my load in your pussy? You know, the way you always breed our girls? J: oh gawd no. Don’t do that. Please pull it out. Don’t cum in me. Troy starts slamming back into the jock’s ass and screams. T: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, take my load you fucking whore. Troy slams into Jory for the final time. He rests against the worn out jock. They both lay there. One in a moment of triumph and one in a moment of shame. Troy pulls out and without skipping a beat Arim replaces the dick in Jory’s wet hole. J: No, please not again. Please take it out. I’ll do anything. Just don’t fuck me. I’m sorry about your girls. I’ll never do it again. Just don’t make me into one of those whores. A: oh don’t worry, that’s not possible. You were already a whore. We’re just finally treating you like one. Now shut the fuck up and take my dick. Arim starts slamming into the worn out bottom and for the first time, Jory is making moans along with the fuck. He had been fighting the feeling and refused to moan. That was until he was seeded like a fucking bitch. He could still feel the load. Some of it leaking down his butt cheek and leg. Most of it being fucked deep inside of his own hole. Jory listened to the sound of the cum being squished around inside of him. He knew that sound. He loved that sound. He loved hearing that sound once he had shot his first load inside a bitch and kept fucking it inside her twat. And now his own hole was making that sound. What had happened to put him in this position? J: Please stop. I’ll fucking kick your guys’s asses. Just fucking stop this shit. As if reading his mind, Arim starts naming off the names of girls Jory had swooped up and fucked before his homies. It was a long list. Once Arim got done with the girls’s names, he just kept calling Jory a common whore. When Arim was finally ready to blow his load, he pulled out and went to the front of the bed where Jory’s face was. He rubbed his dickhead on Jory’s face and shot his huge load all over his face. A: Oohhhhhhhh fuuuuuck yeahhh. Yeah baby. Did you get that money shot on cam? Or were you too busy texting, Troy? T: oh I got it. But I have also been texting one of the guys. I had to fill Wayne in on this action. He is on his way to take his turn.

I'm sitting in the waiting room, looking through the many hook up apps on my phone and wait to be called into the doctor's office. I'm here for my regular PrEP tests and consultation with Doctor John. Annoyingly, he always turns these appointments into a lecture about responsible sex. I understand his professional need to do it, but it's so annoying, I want my pills no lecture. While I look through the many pictures, I stumble upon a headless torso with a biohazard tattoo. It is so sexy, I never saw one in real life, but the fantasy has been in my mind for years now. Finally my name is called. I give the profile a quick Like and put my phone into my jacket. Doctor John is distracted today and does not give me his usual lecture, but I don't question it. As soon as I have my receipt, I'm out of the office and on to the apps again. Sadly, the headless biohazard torso hasn't reacted yet, so I decide to write him a message with an offer to see some spicy pictures of me. Let's see if this raises his interest. As I couldn't manage to secure a hook up for the afternoon, I decided to go to my new gym to get at least some cardio today. After almost two hours I look at myself in the locker room's mirror and I'm quite contend. Finally, I have achieved to become a little more buff and bigger, which suits my hairy chest way better than my old slim frame. I like that the work pays finally off and that my ass has become the main attraction, if just someone would fill it with his cum. I take a last look at myself and go to my locker, when the locker room's door opens. To my surprise it is Doctor John and I'm quite startled as I don't think he lives nearby. Luckily he doesn't see me as he is glued to his phone, but I watch him walk to a locker and start to change. I never noticed how muscular he was, I knew he was athletic, but I had no idea how ripped he was. He pulled his boxer briefs down and I almost forgot to breath. The biohazard tattoo from the app earlier was shining above his beautiful 9'' cock. I turned around quickly and took my phone from my locker. I opened the app and saw that the headless torso had messaged me with some sexy pictures. I send a flame emoji and hear the phone of Doctor John beeping. It is him... What the fuck. (Three months later) It is my next appointment with Doctor John, but this time I have a surprise for him. I am the last patient, I especially asked for the last possible appointment of that day, because headless biohazard tattoo torso will learn with whom he has been sexting for the last months. Surprisingly, he never asked for a face pic and I didn't either. What Doctor John does not know is, that I stopped taking my pills for two weeks now and that I plan to take his gifted seed. 'MIke, you can come in now' Doctor John calls me into his office 'So let's go over this quickly, then you can have your tests' 'No need for that Doctor, I won't be taking the pills any more, I decided there is no need for it' 'But, what Mike, what are you talking about?" 'Doctor John or should I say "HazardlyGifted" you will convert me today' I put my phone on his desk, with our whole chat visible. He is shocked at first, but then I notice a predatory spark in his eyes. Doctor John stand up without uttering a word and leaves the office. I hear conversations outside and after a few minutes people seem to leave. I decide to go a step further and strip myself completely naked, taking a seat in Doctor John's chair. It takes another few minutes, but finally Doctor John comes back in and there is no nervousness, just an obvious hunger and lust. 'Well, I guess you better get to work if you want that load from me.' Doctor John is right in front of me at the edge of his desk. I push the chair back and kneel in front of him. As I start to take in his scent, I notice a little wet spot on his pants. Apparently, the Doctor is already leaking some precum. I don't want to lose any of this magnificent toxic juice and pull his pants down quickly. Either Doctor John goes commando or he changed before coming back, because his half erect cock is already pointing at me. Without a moments hesitation I take the head of this beautiful cock into my mouth and start to suck him off. His precum tastes sweeter than I imagined, but the husky, sweaty scent of his pubes almost makes me come. This is a real man and I want him inside me. I stand up and look him in the eyes. 'I want your poz load deep inside me, I want every inch of your cock raw inside me' Without a word, he takes me by the hips and switches our places, so that I am now bending over the desk and he stands behind me. I feel his hard cock at my hole and he starts with first dry thrusts. Then I hear him spit, first on my hole, which he caresses with his finger and then a second loud spit, but it doesn't hit me, I guess he is preparing his cock. 'As you want me completely raw, you will not have the luxury of lube to handle my poz cock. But I guess my spit and precum will already be lube enough' 'Fuck me! Give me you poz cum, please' I plead. His cock is now thrusting more eager against my hole and with a sudden stronger thrust his cock's head slips into me. I moan loudly, but the Doctor isn't gentle. He keeps pushing stronger and almost half of his cock is already inside me. Then he pulls out completely and slams his cock forcefully into my body, burying his cock deep inside me. Because of the mix of pleasure and pain I already come on his desk, but this is just the beginning of this fuck. The Doctor is now pushing rhythmically in and out of my hole, staying inside for longer periods of time. He hits my prostate with relentless precision and despite my handsfree cum explosion, I am already rock hard again. 'Mike, I have to say, you take my poz cock really nicely. Let's see how you can handle my toxic seed' Doctor John keeps fucking me for almost 15 minutes before he finally shoots his poz load inside me. He collapses on my back and pushes me on his desk. My cock still hard, but already leaking again. Two more load have escaped me during our fuck. When he finally stands up and his half hard cock slips out of my hole, I finally register that I just took my first knowing poz load and I feel exhilarated. 'That was awesome' I say, turning around and looking at the naked, sweaty body of Doctor John in his chair. 'Yeah, it was. We will have to do that again, you are mine now. I have marked you as my own, this gift cannot go to waste' I push myself from the desk and walk over the other side to get my clothes, when I suddenly feel his hands around my waist. He turns me around and as we are standing both naked in the middle of the office, I know this journey has just begun. Doctor John pulls me towards him and we seal this new reality with a deep, longing kiss. His warm cum buried deep inside me.

Chapter 1 – She Set It All Up Ethan sat on the couch nervous. His girlfriend had brought him to her "special friend" that made amateur porn. She had convinced Ethan to come make a porn video. He knew her special friend was code for dealer and Ethan was ready to start hanging in the clouds with his girl. Jake, the special friend walked up to Ethan. J: Hey man, I heard your girl wants you to be in one of our little videos? E: Hell yeah, been thinking about it all week. Anna said not to worry, that you'd help us out with some favors to calm the nerves. J: Oh yes, it's all part of the deal. You're gonna love my shit. Here try it out. Jake pulls out a prepacked pipe and lighter and hands them to Ethan. J: Go ahead and finish that off and I’ll go find Anna. Ethan lit up the pipe and started to blow his own cloud city. Hit after hit. He was never one to keep a slow steady pace with his T. He was feeling good. He felt like he was the luckiest man alive. He had just turned 18 and thought he was the shit right now. He was getting high for free, was gonna be able to fuck his girlfriend, and get paid. Anna had really sold him on the idea. He took another huge hit and thought to himself the huge bowl was neverending. J: Hey Ethan, Anna is gonna be a bit. She is in the girls room getting herself ready. Here, you must be thirsty. Jake hands Ethan a bottle of Gatorade and he proceeds to gulp about half the bottle. Jake gestures to Ethan to hand over the pipe. Jakes refills the pipe with a huge shard and takes 2 hits before passing it back to Ethan. He starts hitting the pipe again. Ethan loved the chemical taste of the shit this guy was packing with. Ethan couldn’t help himself and just hit and hit until the bowl was finished. J: Ethan, I feel awkward asking this, you know, dude to dude. But did you two follow all the instructions Anna gave you? Even the weird ones? E: Yeah, even the weird one. Anna said she didn’t wanna do any butt stuff and would only due it if I cleaned out too. Something about knowing how it feels. 2 enemas later and we agreed anal was back on the table. Plus she said we should be really clean incase you wanted any close ups from behind. I don’t know why you’d have to get that close to my ass but Anna says its for the close up shots. Ethan smiles up at Jake and shows off his glazed over grey eyes. Jake tells himself he is almost ready and smiles back at Ethan. J: Good, yes that is an awkward one but really important. Oh and I have these for you for inspiration. Nothing worse than a dead dick in front of the camera. Jake hands Ethan some pills. Some he recognizes and some he does not. Ethan downs them without giving it a second thought. J: It gets pretty hot in here sometimes. Please make yourself comfortable while we wait. Take your shirt off and get comfy. Enjoy the vibe of my place. We can always film the beginning sequence later. Ethan zones in enough to realize there is a girl, maybe 2, moaning from the other room. He kicks off his shoes and removes his button up shirt and throws them on the side of the couch. Sitting back down on the couch, he starts rubbing his growing dick. Jake disappears again and Ethan is left alone and chugs down the rest of his (g) drink. He slowly sinks into the couch and starts to space out. He hears to moaning in the background and is now rubbing the full length of his dick in his jeans. His vision goes dimmer and dimmer. He barely makes out a figure coming up to him and pulling his tank shirt over his head before he blacks out. Chapter 2 – Passed out prize Anna pokes her head in the play room and sees Jake already has Ethan in his swing. Anna thought, just on time like always. She walks over and asks if he needed help with the cameras but Jake says everything is already set up and rolling. She helps Jake pull Ethans jeans off. There Ethan just laid there in nothing but his boxers. A: Should I do the honors? J: Oh no, I got this. Jake uses his fingers to open the gap in Ethan’s boxers and rips them apart at the inseam. As he bunches up the rags of underwear, he looks down at his naked twink prize. Everything about the boy was making his dick grow. Jake hands Anna her a roll of bills and a sizable baggie filled with T. J: Ok girl, go ahead and get spun and fuck your real man in the other room. The boy is mine. Anna leaves the room and Jake disrobes revealing his toned body and his 8 inch fuck stick standing straight out. He spends some time to transform his passed out would-be man into the fuck boy he would become. He took a razor and shaved off what little body hair Ethan had at 18 years. Shaved away was the dusting of hair on his legs, underarms, the light patch on his chest between his nipples, his laughable happy trail, and small bush around Ethan’s hard dick. He admires his work, his smooth fuck boy with white as snow body with no tan lines. It was like the boy never played in the sun. Jake licked his lips in anticipation. He zeroed in Ethan’s foreskin and reached down to rub it, just at the tip. He jerked Ethan off a few strokes to get him firm. Jake pulled out a ruler and measured the play thing. The fuck boy was packing a thick 5.5 inch uncut dick. He was so hard that his dick was straight up reaching for his belly button. Already he had a small wet spot where his tip pressed against his tummy. His precum glistened in the light. Jake looked down at his fuck boy and thought he looked like a little angel. He chuckled knowing he’d be a little whore demon soon enough. He just needed to help wake the fuck boy up. Jake brabbed Ethan’s legs and places them in the stirrups properly and then the arms tied to the swing. He moved between Ethan’s legs grabbed a cam and showed a close up of his virgin hole. So relaxed, so unattended. Jake licked his finger and put it against his opening. Rotating motion from his finger helped the opening pucker then relax. Unable to take it any longer, Jake held the cam as he inched his face closer to the rose bud. He sticks out his tongue and licks the forbidden hole. It quivers and then relaxes, the tongue slides in a bit. Repeat, slides in further, until finally he is eating Ethan out. The hole is relaxed a bit now. Jake grabs his special lube prespiked with T. Not wanting to get ahead of himself, Jake puts some of the lube on the fuck hole and pushes it in with his pinky. Ethan lets out a meek sound. He opens a baggie and picks a small shard and places it against his hole and pushed in with the lubed pinky. More meeks sounds Jake leaves his pinky in and can feel Ethan’s body squeazing slightly. Once it stops, he pulls his pinky out and wipes it on his snow white ass cheek. Jake pulls out a selection of dildos and picks the thinnest one. It’s about the thickness of a regular sharpy. He replaces it with another thin dildo, this one the size of a thick sharpy marker. He works the boy hole open until the dildo he is using is the size Ethan’s own dick; leaving it in his ass for now. Ethan was starting to show sign of slight movement and waking. Jake stands goes to Ethan’s side. He kneels down and kisses the boy lightly; flicking the lips with his tongue. The breathing gets heavier. Jake grabs Ethan by the hair and whispers in his ear J: Come on. Wake up fuck boy. Your future awaits you. Jake releases Ethan’s hair and goes down to suck on Ethans dime sized nipple. He moves on to the further nipple and lightly nibbles on it while reaching down to the boy’s leaking head. With some on his thumb, he steps back and rubs the precum on Ethan’s lips and then kisses him again. Again, reaching between the boys legs, this time he lightly plays with his balls and continuous to make out. Chapter 3 – Wakey Wakey Ethan is starting to come to. He is instinctually starting to kiss back. Ethan is coming to but the more he comes to, the more his head is spinning. He is on sensory overload and horny as hell. Nothing is making sense why is he laying down? Well, kinda laying own but not quite. Why can he feel a breeze on his chest? Before Ethan can come out of his fog, Jake pulls out a loaded pipe and torch and holds it up to Ethan’s mouth and instructs him to breath in the clouds while he holds it for him. Ethan just breaths in and blows out clouds. Breaths in and blows out clouds. Soon a whole bowl is torched and it was the good shit. Ethan is in heaven. The chem taste was driving his mouth wild and he clatters his teeth. J: Nothing but the good stuff for my star of the night. Ethan tries to look around him and focus but his eyes are finding it hard to focus. E: Where is Anna? I don’t see her here. J: Oh she was here. She left us because you couldn’t get it up. She was quite distraught. But that’s okay. We agreed to go with plan B. Jake once again bends down to a dime sized nipple and flicks it with his tongue and then engulfs it in his mouth. Ethan moans and closes his eyes. When he opens them he starts to gain a bit of focus. E: What the fuck is going on here? Ethan tries to move his arms but finds they are tied to the sling. He tries to move his left leg and then his right. Both tied to the sling. J: We had to go with a different plan since you couldn’t get it up for the girl. But that’s okay, you seem to really like plan B. Jake touches the boys belly button and slowly runs his finger from belly button to where his pubes used to be, along this hard shaft and finally his balls and taint. He then pulls the dildo that had been in his ass out a bit and then pushes it in. Ethan yelps with the realization that he had something up his ass, feeling it for the first time. The boy tries to break free of his sling but to no avail. E: please stop! Please take it out! I’m not gay! I’m not gay! J: Yeah, me neither. I just like to have a little fun sometimes. And it looks like you do too. Jake reaches down and squeezes the boys hard dick. He releases it and it smacks below his belly button. This confuses Ethan. Why was he hard? Why was he naked? Why was he missing his pubes and other body hair? Before the boy could vocalize any questions out loud, Jake goes down to the boys dick and takes it all the way in his mouth. The boy is in shock. He was sure he wanted out of this situation but he was making his dick feel soooo good. A man. A man was making him feel good. It's at this time that Ethan hears moans coming from the walls. They were there before but he couldn’t make out what they were until now. E: What…? Who …? That is all he can get out before Jake interrupts. J: On that is your girlfriend. She is getting with a bulldozer right now. Since you weren’t man enough to bone her. Not man enough…but that’s okay, you are boy bitch enough for me. That’s why you are so smooth. You’re not worthy of looking like a man naked. And that hard little dick is proof that you are just a boy. Ethan looked down at his tied up body. He was smoothed out like before puberty. He was right, Ethan said to himself that he was a boy. J: That’s okay fuck boy, I can get you to out moan that bitch. He kneels down between the boys legs and pulls out the dildo. Ethan sighs as it pops out. The man steps up and starts to eat his boy hole. Ethan throws his head back and lets out a loud bitch moan. He eats the boy hole for what feels like forever until Jake stops and says “break time”. Jake leaves the room and brings back a bottle of water and assists his captive to drink from the bottle. Jake goes and reloads the pipe and takes a big hit and then another. He walks up to the boy and offers. Like a good chem whore, the boy says yes without thinking. Jake pulls out the torch again and lights the bowl for the boy. The biggest cloud of the night so far escapes the boys lungs. He is urged to take another by Jake and another the same size blows out. J: Okay this time take the hit and hold it. Blow it out when I say, okay? Jake lights it and the boy breaths it in. Jake walks up to the boys head and lines his dick up with his mouth. J: Open up and blow that on me. Do it fag! The boys obeys and as soon as he opens his mouth, the man pushes half his dick in his mouth, blowing the smoke on the man’s dick. J: Again! The boy obeys and takes the hit and then takes the dick in his mouth and blows out. Jake reaches down and jerks the boys off while he is blowing the cloud out. The boy is lost in the good feeling and closes his mouth around the dick. He starts his first blowjob. Jake is able to work most but not all of his 8 inches in the boys mouth. He fucks that and slobber is going all over the boys mouth and face. J: See, you’re a natural cock sucker. Now, lets see if you like it up your ass. Jake goes back between the boys legs. He lubes up the same dildo and pushes it back in his ass. E: Noooo, not that. Please stop! I’m not gay! It’s too big! J: (Laughs obnoxiously) Are you fucking serious? That thing is the size of your tiny cock. That thing couldn’t get any girl off. Lucky for you, you are a boy. And boys have a special button in their ass that they love to get rubbed against. Lucky for you, your tiny dick will still reach your button. We just need to help it out. It will be the best orgasm you have ever had. You want that right? I can help you with that if you stop being a fucking bitch and let me work. E: I… want…so horny. … I’m not gay. Please … cum… J: That’s all I needed to hear. Chapter 4 – A Better Idea The man pulls out the dildo from the boy’s ass and dips it in a baggy of crushed T powder. He lubes up the hole with his finger and then pushes the dildo back in. Ethan’s ass is warm and he doesn’t know what to do. He begins to worry but is calmed by his new Man rubbing his balls. J: See, that feels better now, right? E: Yeah, not that bad. The boy starts to moan as his captor pushes and pulls the dildo in and out. When he thinks he is used to it, he replaces the toy with a slightly bigger toy. Again with the dust and again with the light burning. Again with the moaning. Finally the moment the Man was working the boy up to. He pulls out the toy with a pop. The boy moans disappointedly. J: Don’t worry. I’m just gonna refill the pipe. Oh wait, I have a better idea. Just for you baby. Jake grabs something and stands between the boy’s legs. He pulls out a good sized shard (0.4g or 0.5g) from his bag and pushes it in the boy with his finger. It gets pushed as far in with his finger as he could get before the boys clenched down on the finger. J: Don’t be suck a tease. You can take this. He waves his hard cock around just too low for the boy to see. Jake laughs to himself as he steps up and lines his dick up with the boy hole. He spits down 3 times and lubes his head and shaft. J: Okay, I’m gonna use the toy again to push the stuff further in. Look at me. Look into my eyes. The boy looked back with glazed over eyes. They were like mirrors that he saw himself in. Jake smiled as his dick touched the hole. The boy still had no idea.The man waited for the boy to stop clenching and relax. The second he felt the hole relax, he pushed himself into the virgin hole. The boy screamed and bucked. The boy felt like his ass was on fire and he was being impaled on a pike. The Man just grabbed his boy by the hips and pulled him onto his dick until all 8 inches slide in. He was balls deep in the boy. The once virgin boy. The had already placed his ripped boxers along the sling and reached for them. He shoved them into the boys mouth. J: You feel that? Stop crying and answer me. Can you feel that whole thing in you boy? Ethan mumbled with the boxers in his mouth. Tears running down his cheeks. He nodded his head. J: You like that dick in you huh boy? That real man dick. Ethan just stared, not getting what he was saying. Until a moment of clarity. He had said dick, not toy. The boy’s eyes grew wider (as if that were possible) and bulged. He mumbled incoherently and nodded his head from side to side. His eyes pleaded with his captor but they were met with a bellowing laugh. Jake pulled his dick almost entirely out and then slammed it back into the smooth twink. He did this 3 times before slowing down and giving the poor boy the slow fuck he needed for his first time. In no time at all, the fuck boy was moaning just as loud as his forgotten girlfriend in the background. Everytime Jakes big dick ran against his special button, the boy’s dick would bounce up and down. The boy was allowed to spit out his saliva drenched undies and was having his mouth tongued down while getting plowed. The man pulled out and walked around to the other side of the boy. He released the arm restraints and the boy immediately started to orally serve his host. The Man grew impatient and walked back around to the boy’s hole and started slow fucking him again. With his arms free now, the boy was able to jerk off during this ecstasy and shot his load. It landed on his face and lips. He instinctually licked up all he could from his lips and hand. This was what the Man was waiting for. With the first shot fired, he goes back to piston fucking the boy. After a few minutes, the boy says he has to cum again. They look down at the boys soft dick and watch as cum drizzles from his foreskin. A puddle of cum layed where his pubes used to be.The Man keeps power driving his meat for another minute before slamming his balls into the boy and shooting ropes of cum inside his ass. The man points out the cams around the boy. They look right into one. The boy tears up with the realization of what he just did. J: See, the cams love you. My new fuck boy. Jake slaps the boys creamy white ass and laughs obnoxiously again. J: If you think that was fun, Just wait for your first slam.

I fucking love how this story is developing! Rick seems to pretty well established in the neighborhood! Jeff is a very hot addition.

Armpits

To the OP, it doesn't have to be a quarrelsome issue: Each guy is entitled to make his own decisions, and if they don't match ours, well - the fuckjoints are full of guys that will. A simple little "have a great evening" or similar will do.

Really difficult to say. I have had a variety os sexual experiences. When I get nostalgic and reminisce about fond memories in the past, I typically remember the same experiences. 1) had a 4 way with my bf and another M/F couple. My bf was gay, the other guy was bi. I fucked his wife while he fucked my bf. She wanted me raw and her husband wouldn’t let her. He left the room to use the restroom and I slipped off the condom( have only wore a condom on a few occasions) and pumped my load inside her pussy. He never knew. 2) the same bf brought a guy home for me to fuck. He was a beautiful 18yo twink; I was around 30yo. He stayed the weekend and I fucked and bread him all over the house and in the back yard. So many loads. 3) about six years ago I had a FB. He was about 10 or 15 years younger, Latino, with a nice build and dick, and a great ass. When his BF was away on business, I’d go over and fuck him. The last time we got together, we smoked a little weed and than another guy showed up. He was a 20 something married black guy with a big dick. My buddy was in cock heaven. We fucked his holes good. We took a break after me and the other guy put two loads each in his ass. We smoked a little more than went back to breeding him. After the black guy came, I sucked his cock clean than ate my buddy’s sloppy hole. Very uncharacteristic of me. Don’t really know what came over me. The other guy started playing with my ass and eating me out. He really wanted to fuck me but I haven’t prepared for that, but now wish I had..

(continued) Spent, holes well used, I watched as the black bodybuilder walked to the dungeon exit, followed by the chiseled blond thirty-something, then the dark haired man with tattoos, then the 18 year old wrestler.. I quickly followed with my uncle bringing up the rear. We walked up the stairs into the living room and without a word, they all put their cloths on and exited the house leaving only me and my uncle. After he went into his bedroom I quickly passed out on the couch. Waking up about an hour later, still naked, I walked into his room. He was asleep on top of the bed with a raging hardon. I leaned down and took it in my mouth and began to suck the stale cum that was still coated on his huge rod. He rolled over, placed his hands on the back of my head and began to work my throat. Still in a fog, his giant tool passed the back of my mouth and opened my throat. All of a sudden he thrust up, groaned and shot another load. The taste and smell of his warm cum was all I needed and I collapsed into the bed, it was now about 5 a.m. I awoke about 8 a.m., put on my cloths and went home. A few days later after work the wrestler and I stopped by the house. My uncle opened the door and invited us in. He poured us some whiskey and asked if we wanted to watch some porn. We grinned and said, absolutely. He turned on the TV and as the video came on it was us in the dungeon the other night. The cameras had caught everything from different angles and the film was edited. I could see the workout Steve had taken, his young hard body matching every bit of the other men. I watched as I was getting my hole destroyed, my ass beginning to tingle as I watched. Steve turned and said that he had been checking out the other wrestlers in the communal showers at school after practice and noted that some of the guys were very hung – if only they could be coerced into joining. With only a little time that night, we all jerked off into one of the whiskey glasses and I had the pleasure of drinking down all the cum mixed together. I then took my finger and ran it around the inside of the glass, not wanting to leave a trace of the elixir. The TV was turned off and we headed for the door. As I left I said, “we need to make another video.” My uncle responded, “before that, you and I are going to the bathhouse.” I quickly said, “fuck yeah”.

Got turned into just a hole last night. Ended up going to the bathhouse, climbed into the sling, and put on my blindfold. Eventually a verbal top came to play with me telling me he knows I just want to be a hole and to beg for his cock. I of course beg for it and let him use me. This leads to others to come watch so the top offers my hole to 2 other guys as well, letting them breed me before he takes back over. His cock felt so good pushing all that cum deeper into me. After everyone was done and taking a break, I climbed out of the sling and noticed all the cum that ended up on the floor. I swiped up as much as I could and fingered it back into my ass. Felt so wrong to do that, but I earned those loads.

Prepared to act like a whore The scary leatherman chauffeur put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me from following my two Grampas out of the kitchen and toward the garage. He was another giant. As I hesitantly looked up to his unsmiling bearded and scarred face, I saw that he was wearing a silver name badge that said, “Poz Master Dolf”. He bent down to whisper to me. “Are you really a virgin and not poz, slut boy?” I truly felt like a young school child being scolded. Not only that, but I was still completely naked. I blushed and nodded and bit my lip. “Hmm. Well, this is against my rules. I’m Poz Master Dolf, the organizer of these parties that your dirty Grampas host and the one thing that makes everyone feel safe at my parties is knowing they are among their own toxic poz family.” Dolf fished out something from his leather vest pocket and brought it to my lips. “Take this, chew it, and swallow it. It’s a kind of strong PREP, to protect your ass from poz cum. It works quickly and you should be good to have sex with the HIV positive lechers tonight.” I wanted to protest that I would not be having sex with the poz Trolls and that my Grampas would be protecting me. But he pushed the large piece of candy so deep into my mouth that I could only chew it with my back teeth before it melted and slid down my throat quickly. “Now get in there and help set up,” he said as he turned my shoulders and pushed me away from him. He whacked my ass with his whip again which made me run away from him. In the garage I saw my Grampa Zeke behind a bar complete with bar stools. He was busy setting up a keg of beer and attaching it to a spigot. Without looking up he said, “Go help Grampa Donovan, son.” I heard a whistle and saw Donovan waving me down. I hurried past a couple of couches, fuck benches, a bathtub and at least four slings. “When I pull this screen down, you need to attach it to the hooks in the cement,” he said as he used a long rod to draw down a huge screen from the ceiling. I located the ties on the bottom of the screen and connected them to the hooks on the floor. “Is this for showing porn?” I asked. “Kind of. We create our own slideshows for the guests with pictures and video clips from past events, as well as photos from our profiles on the bareback site. You’re in the slideshow too,” he said winking. “Me? Why?” I asked. “Your Grampa Zeke said to add you. He’s proud of you and wants to show you off. And we both want you to lose the shame and start being proud and build your sexual confidence.” But wouldn’t all these men, when seeing my profile, think I am some slut boy who doesn’t care about getting HIV? Yet Grampa Donovan already had other ideas. “Now, I have a plan to get you closer to your Grampa Zeke. But it’s a little sneaky so it has to be our secret for now." “Gee, I don’t know,” I answered half-heartedly. I rubbed my belly thinking about how Grampa Zeke’s seed was already in me, and I knew I wanted more. “Your dick says otherwise,” Grampa Donovan said pointing to my rising erection. “By the way, how is your Grampa’s poz semen doing inside you? Tasted good, right?” I blushed as I felt my dick throb. “Come, look at this.” He took me over to a garage door and then he went to the side of it and started to drag a wall of plywood on wheels in front of the garage door. As he locked the plywood wall in place I saw that it was full of holes and openings. “Shit, is this a glory hole wall?” I asked wide-eyed. I walked the length of the wall running my hands around the padded and sticky edges of the holes and reading the spray painted graffiti on it like “Poz loads only”, “Spread the gift”, “All sperm is sacred”. “Yep! And this is my idea,” Grampa Donovan took me round to the back of the wall between the garage door and the plywood glory hole wall. “See, later during the party, we give out the address online and local men are able to come and access the glory hole wall.. They can’t enter the party, but they can use the wall.” My dick was really throbbing now. Grampa Donovan noticed and started to stroke me. “Well, looks like baby boy Mikey likes this idea. Can you see where I’m going with this?” I shook my head. “See, your Grampa loves this wall. He loves sticking his thick poz dick into anonymous butt through the holes in this wall. So you will be here and…." he chuckled and grabbed my butt. “Wait…So, I would be on the anonymous side while Grampa…?” “Uh huh…” Grampa Zeke said as he pulled on my barely visible nipples. “But I’m a virgin. I’m too tight for him. Couldn’t I just suck him instead?” I winced trying to shake his touch on my now sore nips. “Nah, that won’t work. He just loves using this wall for breeding butt. But don’t worry, I got this figured out. I think we can have you opened up enough that he can penetrate you through your first sphincter and after that, you’ll see, I predict you will open up even further." “But wait, Grampa fucks guys through the wall here? Do they know he is poz, that the Toxic Trolls will be using the wall tonight?” “Damn, Mikey! It don’t fuckin matter. Nobody cares! The guys coming to the wall from the outside only hear about it through a bareback site, so they are fully aware of what kind of cock they might encounter. It’s just raw, promiscuous barebacking and cum exchanging. Come on, buddy....think about how it would feel to have your Grampa inside you finally after all these years. Plus, you're safe. It takes more than one fuck to get HIV. I know I can’t wait to see it!" Grampa Donovan's fingers had now found their way to my hole and he was massaging it. “I know you want your Grampa’s thick meat inside your hole, ButtBoy.” Naked and hard and standing with him at this glory hole wall, I felt so exposed. My fantasy profile on the bareback site was becoming something I was expected to live up to. What a mind fuck. “Well, I did take PREP tonight," I said. “You did? You’re on PREP??” Donovan's eyes widened. “Yes, no…well I got some from a friend. Just in case." “Oh man, this is perfect,’ Grampa Donovan slapped my ass really hard. Turning from him, I looked through a hole in the plywood wall and saw my Grampa in the distance as he was setting up the bar. I know it was unnatural, but I felt such love and lust for him. It did make me horny to think of him feeding his cock to me through the hole. It felt very [banned word] and naughty. Maybe once we bonded like this, he would be more comfortable with our special family ties. And I had taken the PREP candy from Dolf, so I was probably protected. “Damn, your hole is moist, Mikey. But we gotta get you opened up man. Now, I am going to walk back with you and tell Grampa we are going to grab your outfit for the evening. Then, I will lube up your hole and we’ll stick a nice soft plug up there and in a couple of hours, you will be primed to be fucked by your hot poz grandfather.” Without any further discussion, Grampa Zeke guided me back through the garage. “Mikey wants an outfit!” He said giving a thumbs up to my Grampa as we hurriedly passed by the bar. “Make it quick, you two!” He called after us as my Grampa continued to busy himself with setting up. Geez, the Toxic Trolls must drink a lot, I thought as I saw tall beer flasks line the counter. Inside the bedroom, Grampa Zeke had me jump on the bed on all fours while he applied a thick but cool cream to my hole. “This lube has extra strength CBD in it, so your cunt is going to open up really fast and feel numb and receptive.” “Wait, what? My "cunt"? I don't like that word” I blurted out. "Get used to it, pussy boy Mikey," he said with an evil laugh. But immediately he used his rough hands and long fingers to push the greasy lube inside me while stretching out my anus. Somehow, my tight pink hole opened up in seconds. “Damn this is making me hard, ButtBoy. I might have to fuck you myself” he chuckled. I did feel my hole get wider than I had ever felt it before and the warmth from it spread deep inside. This felt great. Perhaps getting fucked wouldn’t feel so bad after all. “Now, in one, two…”I heard my poz Grampa D say. Before reaching three, Donovan grunted and forced the large soft plug up my hole. My asslips immediately locked onto the foreign object and suddenly I felt like I had a balloon inside me. My face was red, I was blushing from a feeling of dull pain and muted pleasure, but my dick was rock hard. My heart raced as I felt Grampa Donovan tap and rotate the butt plug several times so it made my butt and body vibrate. Donovan then wiped my ass with a towel to remove the rest of the thick and numbing lube. “Damn, Mikey. You did well baby boy. I think your hole was made for this kind of thing. It’s like it was aching for it. Your Grampa’s gonna love it!” The big butt plug throbbed in my butt and it felt good to use my ass muscles to pull it in and out of my anus ring. “Now, put this on. I got this specially for you.” He threw a ripped tank top over to me and when I sat up to put it on I read that it said “ButtBoy4Older”. When I pulled it over my head, it barely covered my nipples. “Wear these too,” he said as he threw some very skimpy denim shorts at me. “Are you sure my Grampa won’t know we are trying to trick him?” I asked as I pulled on the skin tight shorts. I saw my reflection in a mirror and gasped as I realized that I looked like a truck stop slut, just like I had seen in some amateur porn flicks. “And this,” he said as he threw a baseball cap at me that said “Daddy’s Slut”. Looking at the cap I said. “Won’t this give the wrong impression? Are you sure Grampa won’t get suspicious seeing this?” “Your Grampa will be trying to protect your ass tonight, not fuck it.” With the cap on my head, I saw the mirror reflect a wanton and lurid image of a young male slut. All I needed was a lollipop in my mouth to complete the obscene image. “Isn’t this a bit much? Don’t I look like a tramp?” “It’s just to tease the men. Before we knew you were our Grandson, your Grampa loved talking about how he would love to whore you out. Now, one of your tasks tonight is to work the check in table, where you will…welcome the Toxic Trolls.” “Wait…Grampa Zeke wanted to whore me out?” “Yes, little Mikey. He got really excited fantasizing about corrupting you into a cock hungry slut for the poz trolls and men like them. But again, that’s before he knew you were related.” Grampa Donovan squeezed his own meat as he spoke to me. “Would he still like that, do you think? To have you guys whore me out? Would that make him get over the incest stuff?” I said feeling inspired by the idea of what might bring Grampa Zeke closer to me. “Let me tell you something, Grandson. Your Grampa Zeke is as dirty minded as I am. He might appear all kind and paternal but his Achilles heel is any uninhibited and submissive cock hungry boy who loves taking loads. If he thought that was who you really were, I think he would drop the mask and pound his poz seed into you as often as he could. It would make you irresistible to him, and me.” Hmm, I thought to myself, as long as I am on the PREP like Dolf gave me and Grampa Zeke thinks I’m a whore, he would be more likely to finally give himself to me completely and I wouldn’t get HIV. So, that settles it. Tonight I will act like a total boy whore and get Grampa Zeke really excited, and he will fuck me anonymously through the glory hole wall. And then, I’ll reveal to him that he fucked me. “Ok. How do I work the check in table for the Toxic Trolls? What do I need to do?” I asked as I admired my plump ass and boyish looks in the mirror.

Rick's finger was in me hitting that spot. My legs opened automatically. My breathing started to get more intense. My cock was getting hard again. "I know you wanted this. You have wanted this from the first time we met, from the first time I touched you at the pool" Rick said as his finger was working its magic in me. "No I don't want to get sick and I don't want to get HIV" I said back trying to remain in control. But it was difficult his finger was making me ache inside. "Then answer this. Do you want my cum in you" Rick asked as he pulled his finger out of me. I gave him a look as I really wanted his finger back in me. I was so confused. "Do you want my cum in you" Rick asked as he started to stroke his huge now erect again meat. "I don't know. I am confused." I said "I need to go to bed. I think that would be best right now" I said further "If you want that's fine." he said "But lets clean up your cum first on my couch" Rick said sternly I felt I didn't have a choice. He leaned down and licked it up with his tongue. Savoring it he said, "Damn boy you taste so good" he said swallowing. "Go ahead and lick it up." he followed up "I leaned down and licked up my cum. It did taste good, I started to suck and lick it up off the couch. He patted my head, "Good body lick it all up", he said. After I was done I looked back up. He took his finger that was in my hole and stuck it in my mouth. "Taste us together. This is what we taste like together." he said staring at me eye to eye. I acquiesced. I sucked and licked his finger like it was his cock as usual. It tasted strangely good. It shouldn't. His finger was up my ass. It had a funky, salty taste with a hint of iron. He pulled his finger out of my mouth my tongue following it out wanting it back in. He smiled. He leaned over and softly kissed me on my lips and said it was time for us to go to bed. I walked out confused and still aroused. I went back to my bedroom, it was now 2:30am. I was tired but still horny. I lay in bed reflecting on what just happened. I let a man with HIV possibly AIDS fuck me and cum in me. I didn't want HIV. But I still was on his last question. Did I want his cum. A part of me did. Watching him and Jeff and the gay porn of those bottoms taking cock and cum made me think about it. I started to get horny now and started to stroke my cock. But I wanted more. I spread my legs and stuck my middle finger in me. I moaned. I moved up my bed leaned against the wall and spread my legs with knees back towards my chest. I got more of my finger in me and started to stroke my hard cock again. OMG is felt incredible my finger my cock my ass my pussy. What my pussy? My ass....OMG...i started to shoot all over my chest and came hard. I could feel my ass clench around my finger. As I calmed down I cleaned my self off licking up all my cum. I hesistated but then sucked on the finger which had been in my ass. I started to like the taste. I stuck my finger back in and moaned. I pulled it out and looked at it. It had cum and a tinge of red. It was blood. That was the iron taste. OMG my hole ripped and is bleeding. And I have HIV cum in me. I was excited and nervous. I calmed down and lay down on my bed. I fell fast asleep.

Caved last night, cheated, and took two loads last night. Second guy gave me a 3 week load. Felt amazing.

Fukkin hot! Yeah Buddy force every inch of your cock deep In your Boy, grind your balls on his ass as you pump your seed deep in him then stir your load before you’re done with him. Like it.

Then he suddenly stopped and turned me over. He pulled me up on my knees and spread my cheeks and went back to eating me out. I moaned again putting my head down and just enjoying the pleasure. He got one of his old dirty shirts and put it under my nose along with worn underwear. I inhaled them and it made my buzz even further. After a few minutes of eating me out, playing with my balls and cock, I felt Rick stand up behind me. He put something wet on my hole and put his cock at the entrance of my hole. I was so in bliss and I felt him his large head enter me. I let out a scream in pain. "Ahhhhhh it hurts." I yelled "It's okay baby, it will hurt now but trust me you will be enjoying it soon enough. It will feel amazing. I promise. Have I been wrong yet?" Rick said comforting me "No" I said He pushed back again trying to get in. It hurt like hell and he had difficulty cause his head was fat. "Relax just breathe and smell my clothes. And now push back like you are taking a shit" he said I inhaled his shirt and got a buzz and pushed my ass out like I was taking a shit and holy crap it popped in. But it hurt. "Argghhhhhh" I yelled in pain. "Ahhh yeah that's it boy. I am in you. Fuck your cunt is so wet right now" he said. "Daddy stop please. It hurts. And you have HIV. I don't want to get AIDS" I cried out "Don't worry baby you might not get it." he said as he pushed forward into me. It was ripping me apart I yelled in pain. Now he had pushed me down flat on my stomach. He had his hands on my hips keeping me down. He kept sinking into me. "Ahhhhhh it hurts" I cried out He was now lying on me. "Don't worry baby you have half of me in you. Only a little more to go" he whispered in my ear. I felt his hands on my nipples working them sending shocks to my cock. He pushed further while pulling on my nipples causing pain in both. It made my ass not as sore. It hurt really bad. I felt each inch rip my hole apart in his width and pushing in his depth. Then I felt something in my belly. Like he hit something. He pushed and I yelled out in pain. I was tearing and it hurt bad. I tried to adjust but he was too big and heavy for me. I finally felt his crotch against my ass. "Ohhh Dan. I am finally all in you. Fuck your pussy feels so good. I feel it pulsing around my cock. I wants me in there. "Rick said in my ear kissing my ear and now kissing my neck. I moaned back. His hands still playing my nipples. I felt his slowly pull partially out and push back in. I kept letting out cries of pain as it still hurt but after a couple of minutes my ass felt like it adjusted or was just numb to his cock. He kept this up and his cock started to hit that spot his finger did but in a more powerful and intense way. I started to moan. It started to feel a little good. There was pain but now pleasure had entered from stage right. "Hmmm yeah your pussy enjoying this. Your pussy and my cock were meant for each other" he said. "Rick please stop soon. I don't want to get HIV please", I said in a half moan. He fucking me slowly and the pressure was intense and the pleasure started to build up. He pulled back with just the tip in. I thought he was going to pull out and in my body's betrayal my ass lifted up off the couch. It wanted his cock back in me. "Yeah your pussy wants DAddy's cock doesn't it. You want me to pull out?" he said as he pushed back into me. I let out a moan. I was in conflict. I didn't want HIV. "No please..." I moaned "Please what" he said as he sped up his pumping. "Please" I moaned He kept pumping. His breath got heavy. I knew he was cumming. "Please pull out please. I don't want to get HIV. Rick please" I cried out He kept pounding me. I tried to lift off but he was too big for me. "Yeah fuck your cunt is mine. I am going to cum in you. Give you my POZ load. You want it don't you. You want Daddy's cum in your cunt", he said. He was close "No please don't....don't" I yelled trying to push up "You sure, your cunt is squeezing me...your pussy wants it. You know you want it. You've always wanted it" he yelled My mind was racing, no don't want HIV, why would I. I don't want it. "Here is comes bitch" he yelled I felt his cock get bigger in which I didn't think was possible and felt him shoot load after load into me. I felt his hot cum hitting my walls. It was an incredible weird feeling. I just lay there taking it. I began to tear and sob a little. Rick kept pumping slowly until he was done with me. He pulled out of me and off me and sat back on the couch. I stayed lying down for a minute and slowly got up and sat up. "Dan you ok" Rick asked "Yeah, no, I dont know" I said tearing "I told you once I fuck someone I always come in them. Right?" Rick said "Yes" I replied "But I said dont cum in me" I replied "What did I just say. You knew" Rick said sternly "Yes I know", I replied "Then why did you let me fuck you in the first place", Rick said "You let me cock in you. You even pushed back on me a few times. I could feel your cunt pull me in" he said All this talk made my head spin. "You sure you didn't want me to fuck you and cum in you" Rick said now sitting closer to me. "I don't know why I didn't stop you at the beginning or tell me to stop when I asked?" I said "Maybe its cause you know you want me to fuck you and to cum in you" Rick said rubbing my thigh. "I don't want to get HIV." I said "You sure. I know you wanted my cum and you wanted me to fuck you. You even enjoyed it", Rick said "No I don't. I don't know what I want and didn't enjoy it" I countered back to him "You sure you didn't want it or enjoy it" Rick said pointing down to the couch. I didn't realize it but I had cum. There was a puddle of my cum on the couch. "I know you did. Your pussy wanted this. You wanted this. If you didn't you wouldn't have come with me tonight. You know I have HIV and I am not on meds. You see how I look. You know I am sick. But your pussy tells me otherwise" Rick said as his finger was now back in me rubbing my gspot. My cock was hard and leaking again. I was so confused. I had just been fucked by a man with HIV who is not on meds and he came in me. I don't want to get sick. What is wrong with me?

Agreed to meet a FB at a bathhouse. Before FB arrived, a hot skinhead eyed me and directed me to get on a sling. He rimmed me profusely with his long tongue. Fucked me raw and hard, dumping a load. Left without a word. What a perfect top! FB arrived and dumped another load in me. I sucked clean his cum covered cock and kissing him with cum from two loads. He does not know I had an earlier load.

Part 12: The Doctor's Gift as a Cure As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. The doctor. From your position on the floor, looking up at him, the bulge in his scrubs looks even more impressive, a formidable weight of flesh. His eyes are dark, fixed on you, and then they drift down to the mess on your chest and the trickle of cum leaking from your ass. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. "Well, well," he chuckles, his voice a low, calm rumble. "I was wrong. You do know what you're asking for. And it looks like you've earned my gift after all." He pushes the door open and steps inside, closing and locking it behind him. He unbuckles his pants, his eyes never leaving yours. He pulls out his cock, already hard and angry-looking. The thick, heavy metal ring is still encircling the base, making it swell to an angry-red, almost purple color, every vein standing out like a roadmap on the engorged flesh. Thick, clear beads of precum drip from the tip, falling directly onto your face, one hitting your eye, burning and clouding your vision. He wipes some off with his thumb, smearing it across your lips like lip balm. "Taste that," he commands. "That's the real thing. Not that boy's little thrill. That's just the key." He reaches down, not to grab your arm, but to press two fingers against your pulse point, feeling your heart hammer against his touch. Then he grabs your arm and yanks you to your feet. He spins you around and slams you chest-first against the grimy tile wall, just like in his office. You feel his body press against your back, his cock hot and insistent between your ass cheeks. "That kid is just an amateur," he growls in your ear, his voice a venomous whisper. "Some college student chasing a thrill, fucking every bare hole he can find, exploring parties... a willing but innocent amateur. I saw his lab results: nothing a few pills can't fix. Importantly, HIV negative. So, a nice mindfuck, but no real risk there. But me... I have the real thing. He was the opening act. I'm the main event." He lines up his cock and slams into you, his entry made slick and easy by the student's load. You cry out, a mix of pain and profound ecstasy. He doesn't pause. He doesn't tease. He immediately starts fucking you with a furious, punishing rhythm, his hips a piston driving into you. "Feel that?" he grunts, his breath hot on your neck. "That's my toxic cock rearranging your insides. I'm chasing that boy's cum deeper into you, painting over it. Marking what's mine." "You wanted to be converted? I'm going to fucking convert you." His words are a torrent of filth and scientific fact, each one making you harder. "Every thrust is pushing my viral load closer to your bloodstream. That kid's reckless abandon is the welcome wagon for my army. The raw friction from his hard fucking together with whatever else he might have shared with you creates a perfect, fertile pathway. Essentially giving my bugs a ride to the front of the line. You're not just getting fucked, you're getting seized. Permanently." His pace becomes relentless, brutal. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoes in the small room. "You're going to walk out of here with my poison inside you. You're going to feel me for days. And when you get the flu, when your body finally surrenders, you'll know who did it to you. You'll know who claimed you – the person you seeked for help, who gave you the get-out-of-jail card that you decided to flush down the toilet. You deserve it!." With a final roar, he buries himself to the hilt. He reaches around and presses his hand flat against your lower stomach. His palm is warm, solid. The gesture shockingly gentle. He's holding you, anchoring you both in this intense moment. The touch focuses every sensation on that single point of contact where the hard, deep bulge of his cockhead presses against your inner wall. As his cock begins to pulse and spasm, you feel it from the inside, and his hand presses firmly, as if trying to feel the throb of his own climax from the outside. It's an unspoken, shared experience, a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection as he floods you with his essence. He stays there, panting, his weight pinning you to the wall, his warm hand still pressed against your stomach, a grounding point in the aftermath. After a long moment, he slowly pulls out. As the flare of his bulbous cockhead pulls out your ass lips, a trickle of the toxic juice begins to escape. Before it can run down your thigh, he presses two fingers against your hole, pushing the escaping seed back inside you. "Don't waste it," he growls. "Every drop counts." He then brings those two glistening fingers to his own lips, tasting the mixture of your ass and his cum, a final, possessive act. He gives you a rough shove, stepping back. You slump against the wall, utterly spent, cum leaking from your ass and your own load drying on your chest. He calmly tucks his cock back into his scrubs, buckles his belt, and pulls a prescription pad from his pocket. He scribbles on it, tears off the sheet, and holds it out. "Same as the college kid will get," he says, his voice once again cold and professional. "Standard dose." He pauses, then adds with a cruel smile, "For the other... there's no cure." You take the paper, your hand trembling. He turns to the door. "See me in four weeks," he says, without looking back. "Maybe the result will be more to your expectations then." He unlocks the door and walks out, leaving you alone, shaking, loaded with two men's cum, and holding a prescription for the temporary distraction, while forever carrying the one you can't cure.

Have always gravitated to older guys

Here’s my dose for today.

I’ve never sucked cock to keep a job, but I did suck my boss off for the fun of it. I used to do overnight security at Amazon, and one night I was bored and horny and ended up cruising jackd and grindr just to see what I see - my boss ends up messaging me, he had just a mouth and chest pic on his profile but I can pretty much tell who it was. We end up flirting for a little bit, and decided to meet in a bathroom on the side of the warehouse that’s usually empty that time of night. I get to the bathroom with him, and I was so horny immediately get on my knees and start playing with his dick. He must’ve not came in a while because he came within 5-10 minutes of me sucking him and he came A LOT. I couldn’t even swallow all of it and a big glob fell on my shirt. Lol Luckily our uniforms were white polo shirts so it wasn’t so obvious that I had just let another man cum in my mouth. Later on after work he came by my house and gave me a good fucking as well - Just what my slutty ass needed. That would be the first time we hooked up in that bathroom but definitely not the last

Nice. Been too long since I've been inside a cumdump. Let's make this happen.

I hope this topic is relevant for any and all sex positive members but especially for all us hairy guys. I can't even count the number of times I've picked up crabs and I'm hairy enough (not pelted) that I have one hell of a time getting rid of them. If you have had similar problems please feel free to join in this conversation. If you have tips to share please share them through here with the community. For many years I wasn't active enough to bother shaving my pubes but have had to resort as I got over sexual hang ups and freed myself to be more adventurous. I love my hairy body and hairy guys so really didn't understand the shaving fetish, but, of necessity have mostly relented. Have others felt the same? The other thing I've been wondering about lately is; why do we not have a pill available for this? I used to have a dog. He got a pill flea treatment every so often and voila 'no flees'. Why do we have more compassion for our dogs than humans? I suspect it has a lot to do with being such a sex phobic culture. This reality makes it hard to advocate for the research money needed to develop such a drug. I have no doubt marketing the product would not be a problem these days. We hairy guys might even open the franchises ... lol. I look forward to seeing if this conversation gets off the ground. If you'd rather message me your thoughts I'm open to that as well. If I've missed this topic somewhere on this forum you could also direct me to that conversation. In the meantime, happy unencumbered humping everyone! Oh yeah! If you know you have crabs 🦀 or suspect you might, please do your best to get rid of them before you hookup. I suspect their are very few of us, even on this forum, with a fetish for 'chasing crabs.'

Starting as straight, evolving to bi, experimenting gay versatility, liking bottoming, getting PE and ED and not able to breed a woman confirmed me as a total gay bottom. And I like it and never had such a fantastic orgasms.

I love when a guy is really leaking after making out for a while and when I finally get to wrap my lips around his cock tasting that bead of precum on the slit, drives me wild and makes me worship his cock to finally get that load

As a young boy I was intrigued with how hairy some adult men were compared to others and to lil boys like me. I remember sitting next to a very hirsute older man on the bus. When our arms touched accidentaly, the coarse fur covering his arms scraping over my soft boyish skin, it gave me goosebumps all over my body. And this has somehow stayed with me. So I'd say Mediterranean guys with a dense coat of thick, wiry, curly black or salt-and-pepper hair on their forearms and the back of their hands. Just run my fingers through it and my boypussy starts twitching...

Well, let us know if he is... 😉

I've had this discussion with my girlfriend fiancée. I prefer the lustful pleasure of gay sex. There's no doubt mens bodies, the raw taste of their cocks, arse and how sensational cocks and well fuck holes look is what get her horny. I adore my girl and enjoy fucking her on the odd occasions we actually do, but I'd take a raw cock every day if I could. We agreed I was a cumdump fag and that I have a gay arse but I'm bi as I can't resist fucking her on those limited time she up for it. Didn't tell her that I have to think of cocks to cum in her and all the guys that have loaded her. I'm also not interested in other women but if a guy wants to fuck me I'm a whore.

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Sorry again for typos and grammar. Hope you enjoy it. He pushed my legs apart and lay down towards me and gave me a deep kiss. Our lips locked and our tongues intertwined. He was an amazing kisser that I let out a soft moan. I lifted my knees to his side pressing him keeping him there, not wanting him to leave. He broke away and work down my body sucking my nipples making me moan and wince both with pain and pleasure. His hands were all over me. I was so aroused at this point. He then lifted my legs. "I am going to eat your pussy boy" he said. "What, I don't have a pussy" I said back with a questioning face. He then went down and started to kiss my ass hole and lick it. It was something I had never felt before and the feeling send chills to my cock. Rick then started to tongue my hole. I couldn't help myself, I was both stunned and pleasured and started to moan. Rick dove in more and started to eat out my ass hole. I felt by body both tense and melt from the pleasure and my cock start to throb. "Yeah boy this is what a man does to a girl, eat her pussy. Make her wet. You know that. You've done that right? I am now eating your pussy" Rick said. My mind wasn't fully functioning. I was thinking....."Yes I had eaten pussy many times and made girls cum from it. But now I was being eaten out and it felt so good. But I don't have a pussy...right. OMG it feels so good. He is eating me out, it feel sooo good. I don't know what to think. I don't have a pussy. But it feels soo fucking good. "Hmmm your pussy is all wet boy. I hear you moaning like a girl. Feels good don't it. Tell Daddy." Rick said "Ohhh yes Daddy it feels amazing. Keep licking me and eating me please", I begged "Eat what Dan? Tell me, say it" Rick said "Eat me please" I replied "No. Eat what?" Rick asked as he stopped eating me out. I tried pushing my face on his mouth and he held me there. "Eat my ass" I said as I pushed back. He stopped me and held me there. "No it's not an ass hole. What is Dan? You need to say it if you want me to eat you out. I know you do" Rick said. He then used his finger to tease my hole. "Eat my pussy please. Please eat me out, eat my pussy please Daddy" I begged "Good boy" Rick said and then dived back in and started to eat me out. Licking and teasing my hole with his tongue, sucking me with his lips, feeling his scruff on my taint. I started to moan. "Ohhhhh fuck! Eat me Daddy. Eat my pussy please" I yelled moaning. My head was back and I want panting and moaning. He had his hands on my thighs while his head was down on my hole. I felt his tongue enter my hole and hot deep in me. I moaned out loud. "Fuck boy your pussy is all wet. Your cunt is so tight around my tongue" he said as he went back down to eating me. His hands rubbing my thighs. I was in ecstasy and thought it couldn't get better. Then I felt his finger enter my hole. It hurt and I winced. The pain went away as he alternated between his mouth and tongue and his finger slowly working it in me. I felt his finger go deeper in my hole and his mouth eating me out. Then I felt him hit something deep in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I let out a loud deep moan. He pulled his finger out and played with my hole again but not putting it deep in me. "Yeah boy thats your G-spot. Just like a girl. Fuck you have such a nice pussy dont you Dan" Rick said "Yes daddy I have a pussy. I never knew I had a g spot like a girl" I said while moaning as he worked me over. He stuck his finger back in and I winced as I felt his fingernail scrape my inside. He alternated again eating me out and fingering me. I was in bliss. I felt something larger and I thought was it his cock. "Ohhh fuck Dan I got 2 fingers in you. Your cunt is pulsing boy. Your have a tight wet pussy" Rick said fingering me. He would hit my gspot and make me see stars.

Jake’s legs shook as he squatted down over the dildo. He watched himself in the mirror lowering himself onto the fat plastic shaft. Even as he stretched himself, working down towards its base he knew it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t big enough. He’d need more if he ever hoped to take Sir’s cock. Sir’s cock, Jake’s mind wandered. He thought back to the night he’d met the new object of his desires. Two weeks prior, his boyfriend had been out of town, and he’d gone out dancing with a few friends. At first, they’d just gone to the same bar they always went to, full of younger guys who looked mostly just like them. They’d drank and dance, Jake not really paying attention to the guys around him. Even though he and his boyfriend were technically open he hadn’t felt like hooking up. He’d sent his boyfriend Chris off to the airport by fucking him against the front door of his Chris’s apartment. Jake considered himself set for sex until Chris came back in a week. By the time it was midnight most of Jake’s friends had gone home and he found himself dancing with a much smaller group. He didn’t remember who suggested they go to another bar, but half an hour later they’d checked their coats and were waiting to buy drinks at the leather bar a few blocks away. It wasn’t really Jake’s scene. The guys were usually a little older here, and apart from fucking like rabbits he and Chris were fairly vanilla. Still Jake was happy to support his friends and then head home to jerk off thinking of Chris. It hadn’t taken long for first one friend and then another to find someone to hook up with. The cute mid-twenties jocks had been scooped up and whisked away. It took a moment for Jake to realize he was alone. He looked around the dance floor for his friends, but they had gone. Each one slipped off to their own night of fun. He shook his head and laughed, good for them. He tipped back his drink, tossed his cup and started to head for the door. That was when he’d run into him, the man he now called Sir. Over six feet, and built like a linebacker he made Jake feel small. He had a shaved head, and short cropped salt and pepper beard along his square jaw. His eyes glinted as he looked down at the younger jock who’d just bounced off of him. Jake found himself unable to speak. Sir was shirtless, with a thick black leather harness across his broad hair covered chests. His nipples are large and protruded from his firm pecs. The hair swirled from his chest across his slightly soft stomach down into his black leather pants. Jake couldn’t help but look at the man’s bulge it seemed impossibly huge. Normally Jake wouldn’t have gone for this man. He liked twinks, or at least that was what he had always told himself. He’d never really thought about a man like this before. Yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Jake felt drawn to the massive stranger in a way he couldn’t explain. “Hey careful now,” Sir said, steadying Jake with a large hand on his shoulder. “You should probably watch where you’re going.” He chided Jake with a quite smile. “I’m…” Jake stammered, “I’m so sorry… I’m just… I’m… sorry.” “Don’t worry about it. It’s packed. I’m sure lots of people are bouncing off each other. Though most of them aren’t as cute as you.” Now he gave Jake a full smile that made him feel weak. “Come on cutie, I’ll buy you a drink.” Jake couldn’t find the words to tell the man he had been about to head home. Instead he just nodded and followed the burly man back through the crowd to the bar. He accepted a vodka soda from the man, and then followed him to a corner just past the dance floor. The man stood very close to him, leaning casually against the wall. “You here alone cutie?” he asked, leaning even closer so Jake could hear him over the music. “No… well… kinda. I was here with friends, but they all…” “Found other entertainment,” Sir finished Jake’s sentence playfully. Jake laughed, “Yeah.” “What about you? No one caught your eye?” “No… It’s… It’s not normally my scene. We were out with a bigger ground, and the last couple of guys wanted to come here. I just tagged along. I was actually heading home when I…” “Oh, well if you were heading out…” Sir said, nodding his head to the door, “I didn’t mean to pressure you into staying.” “No!” Jake said, a little too loud. “It’s um… It’s fine. This is nice. I’m glad.” “Good. You’ve been out dancing all night though and no one snatched you up? Even at a bar… more your speed?” Sir lightly brushed his hand on Jake’s shoulder. Jake felt heat rising in his cheeks. “I wasn’t really looking. I’ve got a… I have a boyfriend. He’s out of town for the month. He’s an actor, he’s got a job in Pheonix. We’re open, but I don’t exercise it much. I was just out to dance, see some friends. You know… just wasn’t really looking.” Jake found himself babbling. “But you two aren’t exclusive?” “No,” Jake said, feeling sheepish under the man’s gaze. “So it’s alright if I do this.” He reached out and cupped Jake’s chin tilting his face upward. Then in a swift movement closed the distance between their faces and kissed Jake lightly on the lips. For a second Jake held back. He hadn’t kissed anyone besides his boyfriend in ages. The man’s lips were warm and firm against his. They pressed forward, and Jake found himself overcome. He parted his lips and sank into the older man’s kiss. Sir felt the boy give way. He pushed his tongue forward, slipping it into Jake’s mouth. He wrapped a strong arm around the younger man’s waist and pulled them together. Jake felt hot. The older man’s scent enveloped him. He found it intoxicating. He was incapable of pulling away. He let Sir’s tongue invade his mouth, conquering him. Slowly he wrapped his arms around Sir’s shoulders and behind his neck. As soon as Sir felt Jake wrap himself around him Sir knew he had the boy. One of his large hands drifted from Jake’s back down to his trim waste. He pulled their hips together, pressing Jake into his impressive bulge. He held there for a minute, not rushing the boy. With his other hand holding Jake tightly between the shoulder blades, he slid his hand off Jake’s waste and round to his ample cheeks. Jake shuddered at his touch. He squeezed the firm flesh through Jake’s jeans. Jake let out a little sigh into their kiss. Slowly Sir pulled back, his lips lingering as he broke their kiss. Jake, his head still tipped up to Sir’s, his wet lips parted, blinked his eyes. Sir smiled down at his new toy. He knew he had Jake hooked. He’d sensed it as soon as their bodies touched. Jake probably didn’t even understand his attraction to Sir, he thought, it was probably the first time he’d ventured out from his pretty jock boy bubble. Still Jake was his for the night to play with. Their lips still almost touching Sir said, his voice low but commanding, “I live a couple of blocks from here. What do you say we go somewhere more private?” Jake could only nod. He felt the big hand that had been pawing at his ass shift to the small of his back and steer him back towards the door. The soft, commanding yet reassuring pressure of that hand never left him even while they collected their coats, and headed out onto the street. It softly propelled him down the block and across the street. They walked, quickly, and in relative quiet. All the while a white hot electricity seemed to crackle between them. It prickled through Jake’s back where Sir’s hand rested. It flowed through him, and made him throb painfully in his briefs. Sir lead him up the steps of a brick town house a few blocks away and unlocked the door. Jake tried not to act shocked as he was led through the entrance and into the first floor. He’d guessed that Sir had money when he’d said that he lived close buy, but to have the entirety of a townhome in this neighborhood meant a different kind of rich. As soon as the door to the vestibule clicked shut behind them Sir’s meaty paw scooped Jake up and pulled him into another bone crushing embrace. His face automatically tipped up to meet Sir’s lips. They tore at each other with an animalistic need. Jake opened his mouth and let Sir’s tongue ravage him. He held tight to the big man as his body was explored by hungry wandering hands. Sir only broke their kiss to drag Jake up the narrow staircase and pull him into a bedroom. They tumbled in a hungry heap on the bed, a mess of limps twisted together. Shirts were pulled off and Jake buried his fingers in the thick mat of hair on Sir’s chest. He felt the solid muscle beneath the pelt. He felt Sir’s hands slide across his back. He felt the hair of Sir’s stomach on his bare torso. He felt the Sir’s wandering fingers play across the waste of his jeans before slipping down. Sir worked his hands between Jake’s pants and his briefs, inching is way closer to the flesh of Jake’s ass. “Fucking beautiful boy,” Sir growled into their kiss. Jake let out an involuntary whimper. “You like being called boy don’t you? Has anyone ever called you boy before?” “No,” Jake said in a breathless whisper, “but I… but I…” “Go on boy. Say it.” “I like it.” “Good boy.” Jake almost moaned. His cock throbbed in his pants. He couldn’t explain it. He didn’t understand how this man, this stranger, was having this effect on him. He was the top in his relationship. He rarely bottomed for Chris. Yet, here in this man’s arms he felt like he wanted to be taken. Even before he understood it in real concrete terms, he knew, he felt, that he wanted to submit to this man. Sir grabbed Jake’s legs and pulled them apart causing Jake to slip. He was now not just on top of Sir but straddling him. His hips naturally grinding back against Sir’s massive bulge. He felt something hard press against him even though both of their pants. “That’s right. Good boy.” Sir pulled at Jake’s nipples making him whimper and moan. “You’re such a good boy. I’m gonna make you feel real good.” He rolled to the side taking Jake with him. Jake suddenly found himself pressed to the bed under Sir’s weight, his legs spread wide around the bigger man’s hips. Sir kissed him again, grinding his short beard into Jake’s smooth face. With one hand Sir held Jake’s wrists up over his head. He tried to pull them back, longing to run his hands through Sir’s chest hair again, but the other man was too strong. He was pinned down. Sir’s other hand traveled down Jake’s trim body, over the patch of hair of his chest that was still expanding to cover his pecs, down his ample treasure trail, to the buttons of his jeans. Deftly, Sir unbuttoned Jake’s pants and shifted them down a little. For a moment Sir broke their kiss, and used both hands to wrench Jake’s pants off. For a moment Jake lay, sprawled on Sir’s bed, exposed in nothing but his straining white briefs, before Sir descended upon him again. Big rough hands held him in place as Sir lapped at his quickly hardening nipples. As Sir moved down his body kissing at Jake’s hot flesh, Sir’s arms extended over Jakes body moving his furry pit closer to Jake’s face. The smell coming from the curling hair swirled over Jake. It seemed to seep into him. It drew him forward. He’d never really been one for musk. He knew some of his friends went to parties all about smelling guys pits, but until this moment it had never done anything for him. It was like everything about this big older man enticed him in ways he didn’t understand. For a moment Jake resisted. Then he lifted his head up and sniffed deeply. His head spun. Breathing in Sir’s scent was like taking a hit of poppers. “You like that don’t you boy? Go on, don’t be shy. Get your nose in there boy.” Sir pressed his chest down and forced Jake’s nose deep into his armpit. Jake had no choice but to breath in hit after his of Sir’s sharp musky scent. His eyes rolled back and closed. He felt his pulse rushing and his mind seemed to go blank. “That’s right boy. Breath it in. Get your tongue out and taste me. Good boy. Good boy.” Sir slipped his other hand down and grabbed Jake’s crotch. He felt the boy’s throbbing cock, and ran his thumb along the shaft. Jake shuddered under his hands. Then Sir felt it, first a timid flick, then a whole hearted lick of Jake’s tongue. “Good boy,” Sir growled. “Get my scent on you. Breath it in. Lick it up. Good boy.” “Fuck,” Jake whimpered, his face still trapped under Sir’s pit. He felt precum leak from his cock wetting the front of his briefs. “That’s different from you boyfriend isn’t it?” “Yes,” Jake panted once Sir finally lifted his arm up. Sir smiled down at Jake. His face was flushed, his lips and chin wet with spit. His mouth hung open just a little, giving him a hungry desperate look. “You like having my scent on you boy? I bet you can still smell me can’t you.” “Yes…” “Yes Sir. Go on. It feels right doesn’t it.” “Yes… Sir.” Jake’s voice trembled. “Good boy. That’s a good boy.” Sir rubbed Jake’s crotch, working another big drop of precum from his cock. “Come on, get on your knees for me boy, I wanna show you what a real man’s cock looks like.” Jake complied. He slid from the bed and landed on his knees looking up at Sir. His face was now level with the massive bulge in Sir’s leather pants and it took everything he had not to reach out and touch it. He was completely enthralled. Sir took a step back, his hands on his belt. Jake’s body burned. His cheeks flushed. He felt his chest shiver. His mouth went dry. Slowly Sir undid his belt, and slipped it from the loops. Then, one button at a time, he undid the fly of his leather pants. Sir pushed his pants to the floor and kicked them off, standing in front of Jake in just a black jock. Jake couldn’t understand what he was looking at. He’d assumed that the size of Sir’s bulge had somehow been exaugurated by his pants, but looking at it straining against the jocks pouch it seemed even thicker. Sir grabbed at the base and shook the cloth covered mass as him. “You’ve never seen a cock like this before have you boy?” “No… No… Sir…” Jake stammers. “Don’t worry boy I’ll teach you how to handle it. You’re not going to take the whole thing tonight. Don’t be scared. I’m going to make you feel good. Come over here and get my cock out. Get your hands on my massive bull cock.” Jake closed the space between them and reached out with shaking hands. He grasped the thickening bulge of Sir’s jock. It was warm and meaty, and bigger than he could grasp. Sir shoved his jock to the ground, exposing his monster to Jake. Jake let out an audible gasp. There, in his hand was the biggest cock he had ever seen. Even in porn he’d never seen anything like this. It was truly bigger than a tall boy of beer. Impossibly thick, with a deep red hue to it, the shaft was studded with veins that spiraled around its girth. The head, half sheathed in heavy foreskin, glittering with precum was wide and blunt. The massive shaft vanished into a mess of dark wild pubes, from which hung a set of large, round, full looking balls, each the size of a heathy peach. “You’ve never had a big gull cock like mine have you boy?” “No Sir.” “No, you’ve never been opened up for a big silicone monster like this. But you want to be. I can see it in your eyes.” Even though Jake knew it was impossible he also knew that Sir was right. He wanted to submit to this man. He wanted this man to take him. He wanted to feel this man fuck him, and that meant being opened up wider than he’d ever imagined possible. “It’s ok boy. I know you’re not ready yet. I brought you home knowing you wouldn’t be able to take me.” He reached out and put a hand on the back of Jake’s head, pulling him forward. “Just kiss it. Get used to having that big daddy bull cock in your face. Im going to teach you how to take it.” Jake allowed himself to be dragged forward towards Sir’s monstrous cock. Almost instinctively he opened his mouth as his lips drew close to the head, and kissed the tip. He tasted the sweet tang of precum. He felt the soft tumescence of throbbing hard cock against his lips. He began to lick around the head. His eyes closed. One hand grasped the base of Sir’s cock, his fingers an inch from making it all the way around. The other hand grabbed at Sir’s hips steadying himself. “Good boy. Good boy. Take it slow. That’s it. You’re not going to take it all at once. Just open yourself up slowly. Taste my precum. Get my taste in you. Good boy. I knew it as soon as I kissed you at the bar. I knew you were the right boy to take home.” Jake opened his mouth as wide as he could taking the head of Sir’s cock into his mouth. It strained his jaw. He struggled to keep his teeth out of the way but Sir’s praise made him desperate. He wanted to prove Sir right. He wanted Sir to be right that he was the right boy to take home. He couldn’t disappoint Sir. Some part of Jake marveled at this, and wondered how the approval of a man he’d met an hour ago had become so important to him. He didn’t really have an answer, it was just true. He longed for Sir’s approval. “Yeah. Good boy. Open your mouth. Take my bull cock. That’s it. Good boy. Fuck yeah! I knew it. I knew you were going to be a good boy.” Jake struggled to take more of Sir’s cock. He was sweating, and his face was turning red. His eyes watered as he looked up at the beast of a man above him. Sir just smiled down on him, keeping a gentle pressure on the back of his head. Thick spit spilled out of Jake’s mouth and dripped from his chin. Sir continued to praise him as he desperately tried to work more than a few inches into his mouth. Eventually, when Jake’s jaw was aching, and he was covered in a heavy sweat, Sir pulled his cock from Jake’s mouth. In one clean move he grabbed Jake under the arms and tossed him face first onto the bed. Jake found himself ass up with the big man behind him. A wild panicked thought ran through his mind: He’s going to try and fuck me! As if reading Jake’s thoughts Sir said, “Don’t worry boy,” his voice a low rumble. “I know you’re not ready for my cock yet. That’s going to take training. Training I think you’re going to take to like a duck to water. No I’m just going to make you feel good. I’m going to show you the kind of pleasure being my boy will bring you.” Big strong hands grabbed the sweat of Jake’s briefs and pulled. The fabric split easily, exposing Jake’s furry cheeks and winking hole, while leaving his cock covered and leaking. Sir let out a low appreciative growl, “Fucking beautiful. Tight little hole.” He flicked a finger across Jake’s pucker causing him to whimper. “When did you last get fucked boy?” “It’s been a long time Sir,” Jake said truthfully into the pillow. He tossed his mind back, longer than he and Chris had been together. Chris had always been a bottom and he’d slipped happily into the role of top. Not that he’d been a prolific bottom before Chris. It had always been a mood that only struck him occasionally. “Is my boy a top?” Sir asked, a laugh coloring his voice. “With my boyfriend yes. I’ve gotten fucked before but not for a long…” Jake was cut off by the feeling of a warm wet tongue lapping at his hole. He moaned and pressed back against Sir’s mouth. Sir flicked his tongue around, working over the tender flesh around Jake’s hole. This was even better than he’d imagined. With how quickly Jake had sunk into him he’d assumed that Jake was used to at least bottoming if not having already experimented with submission. Now it seemed neither of those things were true. He was truly awakening something in the boy. He wondered just how far he was going to be able to push him. Sir pressed his tongue harder and harder into Jake’s pucker. Jake whimpered. He gripped the sheets, and pushed his ass back against the onslaught. Waves of pleasure crashed through him the likes of which he’d never known. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. He’d had his ass eaten before but never like this. Sir was managing to touch places he hadn’t known existed. He felt like he was on fire. The thought came creeping into his mind again, even though he knew it was physically impossible he wanted to feel Sir inside him. He wanted Sir to fuck him. He bucked his hips back harder. “Oh fuck! Oh my God! Oh fuck Sir!” Jake moaned. “That’s right boy!” Sir said, pulling off of Jake’s hole for a moment. “Feels good doesn’t it?” “Oh fuck yes! It feels so good Sir!” Sir rubbed a big finger against Jake’s wet hole. Jake quivered beneath him. There was a moment of tension. Sir dropped a big glob of spit onto Jake’s hole, lubing his finger. Then the tension vanished. Jake opened up before him and his finger slid into Jake’s warm guts. “FUCK!” Jake shouted. “Good boy,” Sir said, rubbing Jake’s back with his free hand. “Open up for me. Let me show you how good it feels to open your hole up for me. Just relax.” He slowly worked his finger in and out of the quivering young man, till it moved without resistance. Jake’s eyes drifted closed as he lost himself in the sensations. He let out another low moan as Sir coaxed a second finger into his tight ring. Slowly Sir worked him again, adding more spit when Jake felt dry. Slowly Jake loosened up. His hole bloomed and it became easier for Sir to slide a third finger into Jake. “Oh my God! Fuck! That’s so good. Fuck yeah!” Jake groaned, his words becoming a constant incoherent jumble. “Good boy. That’s it. You’re doing great boy. Little by little we’ll get this pretty hole ready for me. You’re imagining yourself stretched around my cock right now aren’t you? You’re imagining what it would be like. I bet you think it’s impossible. You cant imagine being able to take this.” He rubbed his cock against Jake’s hole just under his invading fingers. Jake whimpered. “Yeah. You can’t imagine being able to take me, but you want to. You want it. You wish you could.” Sir lent over Jake, pressing his body against the shaking younger man. He got his mouth as close to Jake’s ear as he could without taking his three fingers from Jake’s hole. “I promise you. You will be able to take me. Not tonight. No boy, you’re not getting this cock tonight. But soon. I’m going to teach you.” Sir wiggled his fingers inside Jake. A heat started to build with in him. He couldn’t understand it. A pressure in his crotch. It was almost like he had to pee. It pressed into him. It seemed to swell as Sir’s fingers moved. He felt another being pressed into him. Sir’s hand now shaped like a spear pressing four fingers forward. Four fingers, Jake’s mind spiraled. He’d never been this open before. The pressure built inside him. “I’m going to teach you how to open yourself up and take me. And your reward, your reward will be when you finally feel me cum balls deep inside your stretched out hole.” Jake felt like he was going to burst. His balls felt tight. He didn’t understand what was happening. “That’s what you want isn’t it boy? Say it. Say it!” “Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Sir. I want… I want… Fuck I want you to teach me! Fuck I want to be stretched out! Holy shit. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It feels so good. Sir! I want you to cum in me!” With that Jake’s balls pulled up to his body and cum burst from his throbbing cock. It shot out onto the bed below him his hot ribbon. He panted, his body bucked. He pushed himself back against Sir’s invading digits not understanding how he’d been brought to climax. “Oh my God! Holy shit! Fuck!” he panted as he fell forward into the pool of his own cum. Sir let his fingers slip from Jake’s quivering hole and got up onto the bed behind his new project. He wrapped a big arm around Jake’s shaking body and pulled him close. “That felt good didn’t it boy,” he cooed into Jake’s ear. He wanted Jake to stay in the horny bliss he felt and not succumb to any post nut remorse. He wanted Jake to remember how good it had felt to be stretched around his fingers. “It felt good being opened up didn’t it? It felt good listening to me. You liked hearing about what Im going to do to you when you’re ready. You want they don’t you boy? You like hearing me call you boy.” “Yes,” Jake said, his voice beardly a whisper. Sir rubbed his cock between Jake’s cheeks. “Yes what boy?” “Yes I want you… I want… I want you to teach me how to take your cock. I want…” Jake took a deep breath. His mind still felt hazy from his first anal orgasm. “I want you to… I want you to fuck me Sir. I want to be your boy. I want you to fuck me till you cum deep inside me.” Jake was shocked at his own words but he also knew they were true. “You know its not going to be easy boy?” Sir shifted, his cock now slowly fucking between Jake’s legs. Jake felt the slick of head of Sir’s cock press against his balls. He imagined what it would be like pressing into his guts. He whimpered thinking about how good four fingers had felt, and how much better Sir’s cock would feel. “I know,” he said in a soft voice, “but I want it Sir.” “Its going to take time boy, and dedication. Are you read to do as I say boy?” “Yes Sir.” “Without questioning me boy?” “Yes Sir.” “I promise, I won’t lead you astray. Everything I ask you to do will be in preparation of you finally being able to take my cock. Everything I tell you you must do will be part of you preparing to truly be my boy. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” Jake’s heart was pounding. “The next time I have you like this boy my cock won’t be fucking your taint. I’ll be balls deep inside you. You’ll be stretched wide around my bull cock. You’ll be my willing cumdump.” “Fuck yes Sir!” “Good boy. Fucking good boy. You’re going to be such a good slut for me. Fuck! Such a good fucking slut.” Sir bucked harder between Jake’s legs before letting out a low roar. He held Jake to him as his cock swelled and then unleashed a flood of cum. It shot against the underside of Jake’s balls, and coated his soft cock. It covered his legs and mixed with Jake’s load on the sheets. “Good boy,” Sir said again. “Good boy.”

I bottom knowing and wanting a studs load. knowing he’s gonna put his dna in me is enough of a warning

Muscular legs and bubble butts.

Here is mine, a before and after play 😛

Hey guys, I just want to say thank you to everyone who commented. Your reactions, encouragement, and thoughtful words genuinely inspired me to continue. I hope the next part lives up to your expectations. I always appreciate hearing whether you liked it… 😊 Part 10: The STD Clinic's 'Good News' and a Doctor's Toxic Confession The days after the hotel with Mark are a slow-motion torture of hope and disappointment. You don't feel changed. You don't feel converted. You expected something—a profound shift, a physical marker, the "fuck flu" you'd read about in hushed, excited tones online. You monitor yourself meticulously, a daily ritual of self-betrayal. You take your temperature in the morning, check your lymph nodes in the mirror, searching for the slightest sign of swelling, the faintest flush of fever. Nothing. Each day that passes with your body maddeningly normal is another spike of crushing disappointment. The reality is that conversion is silent, invisible, and utterly indifferent to your desperate, pathetic need for proof. You scour the forums again, this time not for thrills, but for reassurance. "It can take weeks," one post says. "Some people never get the flu," another offers, a cold comfort that feels more like a curse. The waiting becomes a form of purgatory. The intimate, ritualistic act with Mark, which was supposed to be the culmination, now feels like it might have been just another hollow fantasy. Eventually, you can't stand it anymore. It has been more than a month since the hotel breeding session with Mark. The uncertainty is worse than any negative result. You have to know. You drive back to the STD clinic, a place that now feels less like a source of shame and more like the only confessional that can offer you absolution or damnation. In the waiting room, you're a different man from the one who sat here before. You're not here to prevent a possibility; you're here to confirm a prayer. You pray you don't get the young doctor. You don’t want to be lectured by a boy who could easily be your son. You want a stranger, someone neutral, a detached clinician who will just draw your blood and read the results. But of course, it's him. Your name is called. You follow him down the same stark white corridor, and he gestures you into the same small, windowless office. "Back for your check-up, I assume," he says, not looking up from the file. "Your PEP pills empty?" "Yeah," you lie, the word feeling like sandpaper in your throat. "Bottle's empty." He nods, satisfied. "Good. We'll do a rapid test today for some immediate peace of mind, and send the full serology to the lab. The results will not be definitive, but this should give us a strong indicator." He prepares the blood draw, his movements practiced and cold. He fills a vial, then uses a small dropper to place a drop of your blood onto a small plastic cassette. "Alright," he says, setting a timer. "Fifteen minutes. We'll call you back in." You walk out of the office and back into the waiting room and sit. Your bladder stirs, a dull, insistent pressure from the water you drank while waiting. You need to piss. You scan the waiting room, a purgatory of shared secrets. A young guy, maybe twenty, sits with his knees pressed together, chewing his fingernails, his face a mask of pure terror. You peg him as a scare, probably a broken condom. He's praying for a negative. Across from him, a burly, tattooed man in a dirty tank top scrolls on his phone, looking bored. He's here for his routine check-up, you think. He already has his answer. In the corner, a handsome man in a suit that costs more than your car stares at a fixed point on the wall, his jaw tight. He's the classic closet case, probably here every three months after a lunch-break hookup at the club downtown. He's praying his wife doesn't find the clinic number on his phone bill. Each of them is a story, a potential carrier, a fellow traveler. You look at the burly, tattooed man and imagine him breeding the scared kid with a poz load that would make the boy's terror turn to tears of joy. You picture the man in the suit on his knees in a back alley, worshipping the anonymous, toxic cock of a stranger he'll never see again. You wonder which of them holds the gift you so desperately crave, which one would be merciful enough to share it. You think of your husband, at work right now, probably oblivious. He has no idea you're here. He has no idea you know about his own bugchasing activities at the local cruising grounds. The need to piss becomes too much. You get up and walk to the men's restroom. Inside, the air is thick with the sterile smell of disinfectant trying and failing to mask the underlying odor of piss and anxiety. You step into the stall at the back, unzip, and let go, the stream a welcome relief. As you stand there, your eyes drift to the graffiti on the tiled wall dividing the stalls. Amid the crude drawings and phone numbers for cheap lays, one symbol stands out, freshly scratched and aggressive: a biohazard symbol. Below it, a mobile phone number is etched into the grout. You stare at it, your mind momentarily forgetting the test, the doctor, everything. It feels like a sign, a secret invitation left just for you. You finish, shake off, and zip up. You wash your hands, catching your own reflection in the mirror—pale, anxious, and desperate. You return to the waiting room and finally take a seat. The minutes crawl by. Fifteen minutes pass. The nurse hasn't called your name. Twenty. Thirty. The longer you wait, the more your anxiety begins to curdle and twist. The initial fear of a positive result slowly morphs into a sick, excited certainty. They're keeping you this long because the test was positive. The doctor is preparing, maybe even calling in a counselor. This is it. The good news. You're not scared anymore. You're practically vibrating with anticipation, a prayer of thanks on your lips for the gift you're about to receive. Finally, after thirty-seven agonizing minutes, your name is called. When the nurse calls your name again, you follow her back to the same office. The doctor is holding the test cassette, a single, stark line visible in the results window. "Negative," he says, his voice flat, professional, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips. He's happy to give you the "good" news. "The rapid test is negative. As expected. The full panel will confirm, but you can breathe easy." The word hits you like a physical blow. Negative. All that hope, all that sick excitement, curdles into a vast, crushing disappointment. You feel the blood drain from your face. He looks at you, expecting to see a wave of relief wash over your face. He expects gratitude. He sees nothing. You feel nothing but a hollow, crushing void. Your expression is a blank wall. He frowns slightly, leaning forward. "You're not relieved," he says. It's not a question. "Why aren't you relieved? Did you want it to be positive?" His directness is a slap. You can't answer. You just stare at the desk. "Look at me," he says, his voice losing its clinical softness, gaining an edge. "You came back here. You were praying for a positive result, weren't you? That's why you're not relieved. Tell me about the fantasy. Is it the risk? The [banned word]? Do you get off on the idea of being sick? Help me understand what makes a man throw away a life-saving medication." "Answer me," he presses, his voice gaining an edge. "Did you take the PEP? You told me the bottle was empty." "I flushed them," you confess, the words barely a whisper. "I flushed them down the toilet the day I got home." The silence that follows is absolute and terrifying. When he finally moves, it's with a sudden, violent energy. He shoves his chair back, the legs scraping against the floor with a screech. He stands, pacing the small space like a caged animal. Even in his rage, he's magnificent. The anger flushes his chest, making the thin fabric of his scrubs cling to his sculpted torso. His power is palpable, a raw, dominant energy that makes your own cock ache with need. "You flushed them?" he roars. "I gave you a get-out-of-jail-free card! A goddamn miracle of modern medicine, and you flushed it? Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you've done? You think this is some hot fantasy? You think living with this is a fucking turn-on?" He stops pacing, right in front of you, his hands gripping the edge of his desk, leaning into your space. This is it—the exact same position he was in when he lectured you before, but this time the air is thick with his personal rage. "You have no fucking clue," he spits, his voice cracking with a pain so raw it's almost unbearable. "You think I stand here and lecture you from some ivory tower of health? I'm poz. I'm fucking toxic." The word hangs in the air between you, a bomb detonating in the small room. Your eyes widen. "My partner," he continues, his voice cracking. "He fucked around behind my back. Constantly. Unprotected. Never getting tested, bringing home every bug he could find. He didn't care. He got infected, didn't know. Gave it to me. The man I loved. He's gone. And I'm left with this. This life sentence." He taps his chest, a sharp, angry gesture. "And the meds? The insomnia, the anxiety, the cognitive fog... I can't think straight. The nausea and abdominal cramps are so bad I can't keep food down for days. So I stop. I've been off meds for over two years, just monitoring my CD4. Will only go back on meds if absolutely necessary. I’m so toxic at the moment, I’m frightened of myself." Your cock, which had wilted with the negative result, is now rock-hard, straining against your jeans. You want to fuck the pain right out of him, to breed him with your own negative seed and feel his toxic body accept it. You want him to fuck the fear into you, to make you feel what he feels. He's breathing heavily, his chest heaving. In his rage, he's stepped even closer. His scrub pants are right in front of your face. You can't help it. Your eyes drop. You can see the distinct, heavy outline of his cock, his balls. Full of the bugs. He sees it. He follows your gaze down and then back up to your face. The rage in his eyes curdles into something else. A cold, profound disgust. "You're staring!" he accuses, his voice a low, dangerous hiss. "You're staring at my crotch." Before you can react, he moves. His hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. His grip is iron. He pulls your hand forward and slams it palm-down against his crotch, forcing you to cup his massive, rigid bulge through the thin fabric. You feel the heat of him, the solid weight of his cock and balls. And you feel something else—cold, hard metal. A thick, heavy ring encircling the base of his rigid cock making it feel even thicker and more potent. It makes his bulge even more prominent, a clear, undeniable sign that he is a top, his cock perpetually primed to blow his toxic load anytime he chooses. He feels your desperate, pathetic gratitude in the way your hand trembles against him. He sees the pure, unadulterated longing in your eyes. And something in him snaps. "You want this?" he snarls, his face inches from yours. "Yes, they are full of bugs," his voice a venomous whisper. "My VL came back only yesterday over 800,000. You want this? This is not an offer; it's a challenge." In a single, violent motion, he yanks you up from the chair. He spins you around and shoves you face-first against the wall, the impact knocking the wind out of you. His hands are rough, tearing at your jeans, wrenching them and your underwear down to your knees. You hear the tear of his scrubs, the snap of elastic, and then you feel it—the thick, flared head of his cock, burning hot against your bare ass. "This is what you're asking for," he growls, and then he pushes into you in one long, brutal stroke. A strangled cry escapes your lips. It's pain and it's ecstasy, a fulfillment so sudden and overwhelming it whites out your vision. He doesn't wait for you to adjust. He fucks you with two, three deep, punishing strokes, his hips slamming against your ass, his body a furnace of rage behind you. And then, as suddenly as he entered, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty and gaping. You hear a guttural groan and feel the wet heat of his cum splashing across your ass cheeks, a thick, coating of his toxic seed marking you from the outside. He's panting behind you, the sound ragged and broken. "You don't deserve my gift yet," he hisses, his voice raw. "You don't yet know what you are asking for." He shoves you hard, propelling you forward. "Get out," he whispers, his voice dangerously quiet. "Get the fuck out of my office!"

I'll breed in any position. Doggy is usually my favorite. Something about having a guy on all fours on the floor, back arched, my cock deep inside his ass (love it if there's already loads seeding his pussy). Want to get every inch of my dick as deep as possible to get my cum so deep in his faggot ass.

Hey everyone heres another short story based on a fantasy of mine. Sorry for any grammar issues as it's not my strong suit lol. Hopefully you like it! CRUISING SPOT MISTAKE So me and the hubby were looking to experiment with some kinks, and have some public play ideally with a small crowd. So we decided we would look up some popular cruise spots on sniffies. We figured I would go get in position and send him a text letting him know im ready. Then id announce on sniffies that im there looking for a top. Well some weeks later were both feeling very horny as sexually frustrated so we figure today's the day. It was later in the afternoon and the sun was starting to go down. So I headed to the busiest cruising spot around. A park bathroom in a bad part of town. When I got there I could tell just how popular it really was even if it did look very sketchy. Once you walked in you were hit with a mix of smells. Cum, sex, and piss filled the air. Not my ideal scene but it fit the fantasy perfectly. You can see a few used condoms scattered around so I was sure it was active enough to get at least one spectator. So I went to the furthest stall which was a very spacious handicap stall. When I walked in I saw thats where all the main action happened. There were used condoms everywhere, even a pile next to the toilet. I thought, Damn this place is sketchy. All the better for the fantasy it was really putting me in the mood. I went ahead and put the bottle of lube next to the toilet, and started to strip down until I was in nothing but my jock and tank top. I put the rest of my clothes in my back pack and grabbed out a bandana for a blindfold and cuffs for some extra fun. I love the feeling of not having control haha. It was time for the hubby to get off work so I sent him the address. I went on sniffies and announced that I was there, even wrote a quick message saying I was in the furthest stall waiting for a top. Then I tied my blind fold, grabbed my cuffs and threw the keys next to the lube, and tucked my phone away. Then I cuffed my hands around the toilets so I was stuck in a position where my ass was exposed and waited. I felt a little silly thinking I probably should of waited for him to say hes on his way so I wasn't stuck in the position for so long, I couldn't undo the cuffs by myself, I needed the keys. It felt like forever had passed Then I heard the door, followed by footsteps, my heart was racing were really doing this! The stall door opened and I arched my back giving perfect view of my hole. Then I felt a finger rub my hole, followed by some spit that hit it's mark square on. "Oh hes really getting into this, thats new for him." I thought. Then I heard him reach over for the lube (or so I thought). Then I felt the cold feeling of lube running over my hole. I let out a soft fuck and a moan. Then I felt a massive finger pushing the lube in. "You like that slut?" My heart sank, I didn't recognize this voice at all. Did someone beat my hubby here!? "Wait who are you? I was actually waiting for someone. Sorry man." "Shhhh I'll keep you company until he gets here, besides Im just getting you nice a lubed up, nothing like some special lube to get the mood going" Special lube? I only brought a basic bottle. I had no idea that he was fingering in cum from the used condoms sitting around. Then I felt more "lube" being poured on my hole, followed by his finger again. "Fuck this hole is nice man idk if I'll be able to wait, and it doesn'ta⁹ look like your in any position to go anywhere" "Hey I appreciate you lubing me up but im actually waiting for my husband, we have this kink of being watched by other guys ya know" I was trying my hardest to fight back my moans. I thought my pleading worked because I heard him step away but he came right back over then I felt something under my nose "Sniff boy" Idk why maybe it was the tone and authority in his voice but I did what he said and inhaled. It was poppers and my head was started to race and feel fuzzy "Again" He repeated this a good 5 -10 times i was so out of it. Then I felt more lube being poured on my hole, followed by that massive finger again, except this time it didn't feel so rough and felt alot warmer and was as thick as a soda can. He was stretching me out. "Fuck your fingers are huge man. I think we're good to wait now." He didnt say a word just put the bottle under my nose again, j kew the drill so I inhaled deep and as I did he shoved himself in balls deep hard, I felt his balls slap mine and his pubes pressed firmly against me "Who said anything about fingers?" I screamed out, asking him to take it out even with the poppers it was alot to take, but it just turned him on more. And he really started to rape my hole hard! "Im gonna open this hole up nice and good for him, make him take my sloppy seconds, this ass is just too good boy" He was raping my ass hard I couldn't even manage a clear sentence, I was just crying and screaming out. I thought it worked for a second because he pulled out, but my hopes were quickly dashed. "Tell you what boy, tell me that you want that hole slutted out. I love a good slut hole so if you do that I finish up quick and I can go." My head was flying from the poppers and the pain that I didnt even hear the beep from his camera. I really didnt want to do this with a stranger especially one that I wasn't sure was even wearing a condom. So I thought about it some and gave in. But I had to make sure he at least used protection I didnt want to take any anon loads. (I had no idea he already put several in me already) "Please sir slut out my hole, but please use condoms sir. I always play safe" "Of course boy. I've already gone thru a few" Thank God I thought, he was using protection. I had no idea he meant he was using the cum from the discarded condoms. Then I felt him tie some kind of cloth around my moth as a gag, and a second tied over my nose doused in poppers so I was forced to constantly inhale them. Next I felt more lube being added and I heard the snap of a condom. Id find out later that he poured the cum on my hole again which was now slightly gaping so majority just fell straight into me. He also broke the condom rolled it the base and used it as a cock ring. He plowed right back into me hard slamming as deep as he could, it was getting alot easier to take him. I was fighting back moans. "Fuck yeah baby, im gonna really charge up this hole good, fucking slut" His speed was increasing and his thrusts deeper. "Fuck yeah baby here it comes, gonna make you mine" He slammed deep and I could feel his cock pulse shooting wave after wave of cum into my hole. I thought he filled the condom but in reality he breed me deep. He slowly pulled out and I could feel what I thought was lube running down my balls and down my legs. "Damn that hole was amazing, your not tight anymore boy." I was still trying to recover and didnt hear the shutter noises from him taking pictures. At the same time I heard the bathroom door open again. Did the hubby finally make it? "Damn his hole is wrecked, he still taking dick?" It wasn't him, it was another stranger wanting to fuck me. What's going on here. "Yeah told me he wanted to get his hole slutted out, but he wants condoms so here" He handed the second guy a used rubber and gave a wink. "OH hes a slut!" I heard the sound of the condom being rolled over followed by a snap. He put the used condom on and snapped the tip, rolled it down his base like the guy before. Lubing his dick with anon cum and diving straight into my hole. "Fuckkkk hes so lose, and slick this feels amazing! Your doing so good baby " He was slamming into me so fast and hard it didnt take him long before he came. "Take this nutt baby . . . Fuckkkk" He gave a few more thrusts and pulled out once again giving me a feeling of lube running down my leg. "That ass is nice, you ever come here again you let me know" He pulled up his pants thru the tattered condom on my back and left. "Well I can't keep you company either but I love the gag and poppers for you as a gift" He took the pooper rag he had on my face and refreshed it. I was once again soaring. I heard him rummaging by the door, I had no idea he was setting up his go pro. "You did such a good job taking him, you made me horny again, figure I'll give you one more fuck before I head out. Gives me time to get this post going for you." With that he shoved in balls deep again, I already forgot how thick he was and let out a yelp. But it was surprisingly alot easier to take him this time, it felt like he was gliding in and out of my hole. I was moaning before I even realized. "Fuckkkk here you go baby! Im gonna Nutt!" I felt him pulsing again I felt so full I couldn't explain it. "Fuck boy your nice and lubed now haha. Ill see you around. Don't worry I'll made a post for you so you can still get that ass slutted. Ill see you around." I heard him grab the keys from by the lube. "You wont be needing these for some time" He took the keys leaving me bound there. I started to fight the restraints some, what does he mean he made a post, where's my husband I need to get out of here. But won't have time to think about any of that. I heard the door open again and talking, guys talking with each other about how much of a slut I am. How they bet im just a stupid cumslut faggot and continued taking turns raping my hole leaving a tattered condom on my back each time as a signal to the next. I lost track of how many times I got fucked some of them went more than once. I heard some of them talking about how im gonna be pregnant by the time I leave which confused me since they were using condoms. Eventually I heard a guy asking if there's still any condoms, and another saying just a couple by the door to the bathroom. After those were spent and they couldn't find anymore they just started fucking me raw, cheering each other on to breed me. I couldn't believe this was happening, all I could do was moan, the poppers and lube they used just made it all feel too good. I couldn't even focus on their new chants of "pozz the faggot" "charge him up" "stupid pozzed up slut". It started to die down there were just a few guys left, "damn such a slut" "stupid cum slut" "breed that bitch". I was so tired by that point I just wanted to go home. Eventually one of the last guys entered me and maybe it was wishful thinking but it felt familiar even the grunts sounded familiar. I was hoping it was my husband that he was there, he always has a spare to the cuffs just in case. But eventually he came too and left me there alone. A few minutes later when the bathroom was cleared out I heard him walk in. He emidiatly sounded concerned asking if I was okay, apologizing that he got held up at work for a few hours. That hes so sorry it happened. He uncuffed me removed the blind fold, gag, and poppers rag. I was able to see again for the first time in hours. I could feel cum just pouring out of me. I looked down to see the lube untouched but I couldn't see any of the used condoms. I didnt have the energy to think about it either. I grabbed my things and got dressed, there was a instant wet spot of cum in my shorts. I was so embarrassed. I went to my car told the hubby I would meet him at home. When I opened my phone I could see sniffies was still open. On the cruising spot it looked like a new profile with 3 pictures of me tied to the toilet, 1st was of my hole gaping leaking cum, 2nd with a dick wearing a condom around the base, third was a used condom being poured in my hole. Saying "feeling slutty, cum breed my hole, all loads welcome, just help me with my kink and grab a used condom to use on me before breeding me. Im trying to get every load I can send a picture to me when the deed is done" I was in shock. I went home in disbelief, did this really happen to me? Then I got a message on sniffies from a anon profile. "Hey hope you had fun, here's something to remember the night with" followed by pictures of me being breed by all kinds of different men. Then came a link it took me to a video. It started with me asking the guy to slut out my hole and him agreeing then a angled view of me taking load after load you could see the cum pouring from me. What shocked me most was the third to last guy to breed me was my husband. He found me and you could see the shock on his face but then he breed me and waited watching the rest before acting surprised. I didnt know what to think . . . But at the same time im rock hard watching. The end? also first time trying to provide a visual aid, i know they dont 100% match the story but

Chapter 3 The rhythm of Brandon’s hips grew more urgent, his powerful thrusts driving deeper into the sling. Geoff was no longer just moaning; he was sobbing with pleasure, his body taut as a bowstring. Brandon reached down, wrapping a hand around Geoff’s cock, which was already leaking a steady stream of fluid. With a few expert strokes timed perfectly with a final, grinding thrust, Geoff’s entire body seized. He let out a raw, guttural scream as his cock pulsed and erupted, not with a normal ejaculation, but with a full-body, prostate-shattering assgasm that left him trembling and spent in the leather harness. Brandon slowly withdrew, a look of profound satisfaction on his face. He turned to Nate, who was still frozen against the wall, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and raw desire. Brandon gestured him forward with a crooked finger. As Nate approached, Brandon took a long, deep hit from the pipe, then leaned in, pressing his lips to Nate’s. Nate, startled but pliant, opened his mouth, and Brandon exhaled the thick, acrid cloud directly into his lungs. Nate coughed, his head spinning, but then leaned back in for more. They shotgunned back and forth, sharing the potent smoke, their mouths lingering, the line between uncle and nephew, brother and brother, blurring into a hazy, chem-fueled intimacy. “He’s yours now, Dad,” Brandon whispered, his voice husky. “Make it count.” He stepped aside, leaving a clear path to the boy in the sling. Geoff, recovering from his intense climax, looked up at his father, his eyes glassy and full of love and want. Nate felt a tremor run through him. This was the ultimate [banned word], the final wall. He dropped his towel, his own cock achingly hard. He stepped between his son’s legs, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He guided his cock to Geoff’s well-used, puffy hole, still slick with lube and his uncle’s load. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, the heat and tightness a revelation. A profound bliss washed over Nate, a feeling of rightness, of coming home. This wasn't just sex; it was a connection deeper than any he had ever known. He began to move, slowly at first, then with more confidence, his hips finding a rhythm that was ancient and primal. Geoff wrapped his legs around his father’s waist, pulling him in deeper, their bodies moving as one. The long, deep fuck melted into a timeless, blissful union, a silent conversation between father and son, spoken only in the language of flesh. Nate’s entire world had shrunk to this room, to this feeling, to the perfect union with his firstborn son. After an eternity, Nate’s movements slowed. He pulled out, his body glistening with sweat. He looked at Brandon, then at Geoff, a new understanding dawning in his eyes. It was his turn. Without a word, he climbed into the sling, his powerful, muscular body settling into the leather. He felt a strange mix of terror and exhilaration. He was exposing himself completely, not just physically, but emotionally. He was about to give up the one thing he’d never shared with anyone. As he got comfortable, Brandon moved to the backpack. He returned not with a syringe, but with a nice-sized shard of crystal, glistening under the dim light. He knelt behind Nate, who watched him with wide, questioning eyes. Brandon gently spread his brother’s virgin ass cheeks and, without preamble, slipped the shard deep inside Nate’s tight, untouched hole. A sharp, burning sensation immediately began to bloom, a fire that promised to become an inferno. Brandon positioned himself, his own cock still hard and ready. He looked Nate dead in the eye. “Time to join the family, brother.” With one powerful, relentless thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, breaching Nate for the first time. The pain was immediate and intense, a white-hot fire that ripped through him. But beneath it, the shard was already dissolving, sending a wave of pure, crystalline pleasure directly into his bloodstream. The pain and pleasure collided, fused, and exploded into a sensation so profound it was agonizing. Brandon went in for the kill, his hips pounding, claiming his twin’s virginity with brutal, loving force. Through the haze of tears and overwhelming sensation, Nate saw Geoff get up from his chair. The boy approached the sling, his face a mask of love and lust. He leaned down, his lips finding his father’s. As Brandon continued to ravage his newly broken hole, Nate and his son curled into each other, a kissing, crying, blubbering mess. Nate was sobbing openly, the last of his old self shattered, his virgin hole taken by his twin while his son claimed his mouth in a soul-searing kiss. He was no longer just Nate, the buttoned-up hedge fund manager. He was theirs. He was home.

I don’t think it’s my responsibility to inform a slutty bottom of my status if not asked. And I’m clear about no condoms. im not particularly in to the act cuz i like it when the bottom begs for my load. i think its worse morally to allow people to create accounts here and on NKP where they ask to use a condom.

Part 5 I stand in front of the mirror and still can’t believe the big biohazard tattoo between my shoulders is real. Jamie, the tattoo artist was wonderful, he talked to me for hours and created the perfect reminder of my journey to become poz. The tattoo combines the colour change of Doctor John, the red thorn branch of Patrick and the golden circle in the centre for Liam. I knew that Liam had some gold in his tattoo but couldn’t remember it fully. Lucky me, Jamie knew Liam’s tattoo very well and helped me to incorporate all my gift givers in the design. I was looking at my back and noticed that the tattoo has almost healed completely on the surface, after three weeks it looked magnificent. While I was admiring the artistry my doorbell rang. Without putting a shirt on I walked to the door, only dressed in my grey sweatpants. It was another delivery, but I haven’t ordered anything. ‘Hello Mike, this is from Doctor John, wear it tomorrow night… it is important. I will see you there’ The delivery man handed me the package and turned around to leave, I didn’t know what just happened. ‘Hey’ I called after him ‘What does this mean?’ He turned around, lifted his right shirt sleeve and revealed a beautiful biohazard tattoo ‘You will see, bye’ And off he went, leaving me puzzled and with a now yearning cock in the open door. I open the package and find two white leather wristbands inside. One has my name on it, Mike B. Chase, while the other carries the full name of John Hunter aka Doctor John. Under the wristbands is a note from him: Wear these tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at 8pm, be ready. J I am confused as fuck, but I never disobeyed Doctor John, so tomorrow night something special is going to happen. Doctor John parks the car in front of a gay night club I know very well but never visited on a Tuesday as it is their closing day. Doctor John steps out of the car and I follow suit; he grabs me by the neck and gives me a kiss on the cheek. We stand in front of the door, and everything looks dark, I don’t think it’s open. With a small nod to me and a quick look at the two wristbands I’m wearing, Doctor John knocks on the door, which is opened by a very handsome nude man. He greets Doctor John with a tight hug and then looks to me. ‘Show me your ticket’ the handsome man says. ‘I… I don’t have a ticket’ ‘Yes, you do’ Doctor John interrupts ‘show him your tattoo’ I take my shirt off and show my back tattoo, without another word the man steps aside to let me in. As I look back at him, I see on his shoulder a scorpion tattoo with a biohazard symbol on the scorpion’s stinger. We enter the club, but the bar is only dimly lit, and no one is there. ‘We need to get undressed here; you are only allowed to wear your wristbands and shoes.’ I strip naked and Doctor John guides me down the stairs, where I start to hear people talk and some seem to moan. I instinctively turned to enter the darkroom, but Doctor John takes me by the hand and guides me to another door, I always assumed was for staff. He walks ahead and as I follow him, I see what lies behind this door. We enter a sex dungeon, but which is larger than any other dungeon or darkroom I have ever seen. It even has its own bar, but that is not the thing catching my eyes. At least a hundred men are in this place and almost half of them are fucking right in the open. I see the delivery man from yesterday, who is spitroasted by two black guys. Liam, the silver haired doctor, is talking to the barman, while a twink, maybe in his early 20s is sucking him off. I think I am in heaven. Doctor John raises his hands, and the room starts to go silent, the fucking stops and all eyes are on us, or more precise on me. ‘Gentlemen today is a special day. We have a new brother under us and it’s his initiation. He decided to put his mark between his shoulders’ Doctor John turns me around to show the men my tattoo an appreciative murmur is going through the crowd. He turns to me ‘Mike this is your brotherhood now and it is time for you to join us irrevocably. You cannot refuse any of us, or you would refuse us all.’ He addresses again the crowd of men ‘Brothers give him your toxic gifts’ Doctor John signals to two guys, who take me by the arms and guide me to a sling in the middle of the dungeon. They put me in it, my hands and feet are getting restraint, and I have no real way to move. They are finished with preparing me and I lie in the middle of this dungeon, completely naked, with hundreds of lusting eyes upon me, my hole ready for the taking. I look down at my rock-hard cock and see a man stepping forward, it is Doctor John. ‘I get top open you up for the others’ He positions himself and without spit or precum he thrusts his cock inside me. My hole shocked by the sensation, but familiar with the cock inside it opens instinctively. As he is fucking me, another man steps forward, and positions himself beside my head. With a firm hold he turns my head to the right, so that his cock can enter my mouth. I taste his toxic precum on my tongue, which I swallow with hunger. Doctor John is getting close to finish, as another man steps up and my head is turned to the left, a new poz cock inside my mouth. With a loud moan Doctor John shoots his toxic load inside me, but as soon as his cock slips out of my ass another cock is entering me. ‘Give him your toxic load Jamie, charge him up’ one of the men says and it takes me a moment to register the name. My tattoo artist is fucking me now with his poz cock and I moan in ecstasy, within minutes he shoots his load, my second one today. After him one of the black guys that spitroasted the delivery man is pushing his cock inside me and this one is hard to manage. The length of his cock is massive, and he hits deeper with every stroke. But he finishes rather quickly, and his toxic load fills my guts. While I have now two or three new men throat fucking me, another one positions himself at my hole, and this cock I recognise. It is Patrick, who I haven’t seen, but it feels amazing to know he is here amongst us. After that I lost count of the loads and cocks I have taken. I am exhausted, but happy. My hole feels bruised and open, cum is probably dripping out. I have no idea how many times I shot a load, but my stomach is full of cum, but not all of it from me. Suddenly, I feel someone losing the restraints and I open my eyes to see Liam and Doctor John getting ready to take me off the sling. As they put me on my legs, which are quite shaken, Liam turns to me. ‘You did great, what a perfect addition to our brotherhood, but you are not quite finished yet. Now the time has come for you to experience two toxic cocks at once, two toxic doctor’s cocks to be precise’ Liam takes me by the hand, Doctor John following closely. Both guide me to a mattress on the floor, Liam is lying himself on his back and orders me to ride his fully erect, pierced cock. I have some difficulties to get my legs to position rightly, but with some help from Doctor John I am placed perfectly on the cock of this silver daddy. I start to ride his cock, the energy coming back and then need to connect deeper with Liam, so bend forward and envelop him in a lustful kiss. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him. Doctor John uses this position to kneel between Liam’s legs and behind my ass. With a slow but determined thrust he slides his cock in my stretched hole. ‘Fuck Mike, you are one of the few, who achieved this stage on their first night. Take our poz cocks, we will load you with our toxic cum for the final fuck tonight’ ‘Fuck me, you two stretch me to break ... come inside me, give me your poz loads.’ Doctor John is thrusting inside me, while Liam and I return to kissing. I can feel both of their cocks pulsating and cannot believe that they both might be gifting me their toxic cum at the same time. But that’s how it happens, both reach their climax simultaneously and I feel their toxic loads mixing inside me. No one wants to break this connection, but at one point Liam’s cock slips out of my hole, leaving Doctor John to be the last cock of the night. We get up, I’m still a little unsteady on my legs. The young twink, who sucked off Liam at the beginning of this wonderful night comes to me and takes my wristbands off. I look after him, but Doctor John puts his arm around my shoulder. ‘He is tallying the numbers now, let’s see if you can beat the high score.’ The boy comes back with both wristbands now marked with numbers. He hands them to Doctor John, and he starts to speak to the men there, as I realised that not one has left. ‘My wonderful toxic brothers, this was another great night for our brotherhood to come together and welcome a new member into our circle. Mike B. Chase is the 21st guy I have gifted the world of a poz life to, and he beat our reigning champion Patrick with one toxic load more.’ I take the two wristbands one has the number 21 on it and the other, the one with my name engraved on it shows 108. This is my official load count of this night. Thunderous applause comes from the group of men around me; they pat me on the back and whistled for my accomplishment. ‘I gladly lose my high score to you, Mike’ Patrick stepped out of the group and gave me tight hug with a loving kiss. I am overwhelmed and happy, this is my tribe now, those are my people. Now it’s time to live out my poz life to the fullest.

I love getting together with other cheaters and filling each others' holes with cum before we go back to our boyfriends. It's a special relationship, cheater to cheater - just using each other for that extra naughty thrill.

Chapter 6 - Ethan's choice Ethan say at the edge of the bed, mesmerized by the amateur porn playing. He had been sitting there without touching himself for 3 videos. Cherry popping videos of a black twink, an Asian twink, and Latino chocolate. Ethan was drooling from his mouth and his dick. He didn't hear Jake walk back in until he grabbed his shoulder. J: I see that you are enjoying my little operation here. I specialize in stupid boys becoming cum whores. I want you on all fours Now! Jake slapped Ethan to wake him up from his daze. J: I said now! He slapped the boy's ass as he got into position. Jake got between the boy's legs and dived right down eating his hole out. The boy moaned, loving how it felt. Just then, 2 men walk up, one white and one black. Both looked to be early to mid 40's withavaerage build. Jake introduces them as Eric and Erik. He says both are packing over 9 inches and he gets to pick which one for the final scene of the day. They both were shirtless and in nothing but boxer briefs. Ethan looked back and forth at each of the bulges trying to make the impossible decision. Jake slides a chunk of t right up Ethans hole and holds his legs as the t dissolves. Ethan's mind goes into messed up territory again. They both take their underwear off. The two men look to be the same size soft about 6 inches. Ethan has a moment of memory to his earlier fucks and decided to go with the smaller of the two dicks. Ethan blurts out the white, I can't take that black monster. They all just laugh as black Erik leaves the room and white Eric walks to a near by table. He comes back with a kit and hands it to Jake. Ethan I then walked back to the sling and fastened in. Ethan looks over to Jake who is preparing a syringe with a powder and some water. Eric walks over to Ethans left side and pushes his flaccid dick into ethans mouth. Er: that's right bitch. You picked the winner. We both have big dicks but mine is the longest and thickest you stupid boy. As he is talking, the white dick is growing in ethans mouth. Ethan mouth is slowly fucked as his mouth feels smaller and smaller. It is all that Ethan can do to not suffocate with the white snake being pushed in his throat. The boy remembers his earlier training and uses all his night to keep his mouth open and teeth covered. Eric pulls his monster out of Ethan's throat covered in spit. Ethan gazes at the 11 inches cock that was choking him. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was the thickest dick he had ever seen or imagined. It had to be as thick as a beer can. Jake pulls up to Ethans right side with his kit. the right arm is released. Eric puts a bottle of poppers under the boy's nose and demands 3 good sniffs each nostril. Ethan is spinning while a tourniquet is placed on his right arm. Ethan is too ducked up to see his first point enter his virgin arm, or see it register, or plunged all the way in. Ethan was told to hold up his arm as the tourniquet was released. Coughing. Uncontrollable coughing from the milky white specimen in the sling. His arm is fastened to the sling while he begins to feel on fire with heat. Jake and Eric hit each other and the get an evil grin on their faces. Eric goes back to feeding his dick to the horny fuck demon that was just born. Jake lubes up 3 fingers and slams them into the boys hole.little to no resistance, good. He then coats his 3 fingers in t dust and slams then back in. The boys squirms but is still held in place. Jake ducks the boy with his fingers while he drools on the 11 inch monster attacking his throat. Jake adds another finger. 4 digits are now opening the boys up. Again, the 4 fingers are covered in dust and reinsert. The boys just moans. the 2 men just laugh as Jake pushes in all 5 fingers. There is resistance at the knuckles. The boy gets agitated. Eric puts the poppers under the boy's nose and demands 3 good sniffs. On the 3rd, Jake pushes his fist forward and it disappears into the boys willing hole. Jake opens his fist inside the hole and the boy starts meeting about trying to get free to no avail. The first is pulled out to the knuckles and again pushed in. J: okay baby, it's time for your life to change. Eric pulls his dick out of Ethan and moves between his legs. Jake grabs a hand held cam to get the boy's facial reaction. Et: please stop I can't take anymore. that's way too big. I'm not even gay. I'm not even gay! Jake pushes his hard dick to Ethan's mouth. Ethan opens his mouth and starts sucking like it what he was born to do. The men just laugh. J: stupid boy, you love'n every min of this. Er: it's ok baby, I take it real slow for the newbies. Eric grabs Ethan's hard dick and rubs his head as he rubs his own head against the boy hole. With nothing but the throat slime already on his dick, Eric slams his 11 inches into the boy. Ethan screams are hampered by Jake's dick in his throat. Only a gurgling sound makes it out of the boy. His face full of tears Er: see that's not so bad, is it baby? Eric pulls out almost completely and then smacks it back in the boy. He keeps up the long dicking until the boy relaxed a bit. Then he picks up the rhythm. All that can be heard in the room (aside from the background porn) is Eric's balls slapping against Boy ass and the gurgling around Jake's dick. After the all the crying, Jake pulls his dick out and the boy is moaning. For 20 minutes his moans are echoing in the room. Er: I'm close J: not just yet

There is a surplus of tops. Old tops, fat tops, ugly tops, smelly tops. Bottoms are just too picky. Cute top walks in, five bottoms descend on him like a pack of wolves. Meanwhile there’s the rock-hard 90-year-old that’s been waiting in the corner for a blow job for the past hour. I see this all the time. Before I realized my role as a truly submissive bottom, I was picky too. Now I fall to my knees to service that 90-year-old dick, and any other that comes along. That guarantees me a gut and ass full of 9 or 10 loads every time I head out. The tops are there. You’ve just got to be willing to take them. Every cock deserves good service.

Better to say that crabs are not necessarily an STI, but the principal route of transmission is still direct physical contact between hosts, and as these are pubic lice, that contact is usually has something to do with bumping uglies. What we can say is that crabs are not an infection, but rather an infestation. The stigma around lice, aside from them being a colossal pain in the ass, arises largely from their association with poor hygiene. While anyone can get lice, we tend to look upon people who allow insects to live on their bodies as unclean.

Brad led the Cuban cum pig to their bed. Brent captured their naked snogging session on video. They both loved passionate deep kissing and kept a lip lock as Brad sat on Lu's raw cock. They almost sucked each other's tongues out as Brad kept plunging up and down on Lu's steal hard rod. Lu grunted with satisfaction every time Brad slammed down hard enough to wind him. ⁹ Catching his breath, "Hey man! I thought you were the one pozing me!" "Oh, I'm going to my sexy friend. I just need you to breed me, feltch it out, and snowball it back to me so I can lube you up with your own cum. " smiled Brad Lu's deep dark eyes sparkled and he doubled his efforts to push into Brad as Brad continued to bounce on his raw fuck stick. Lu was already getting close but when Brad stuck a finger in Lu's ass deeply scratching his gut lining he could hold back no longer. His whole body convulsed and he shot rope after rope deep into Brad's happy hole. Immediately Brad jumped off Lu's cock, turned and presented his cummy hole to Lu's welcoming mouth. Lu went to town sucking out a mouthful of his own fresh cum. Brad laid on his back and Lu snowballed cum into Brad's open mouth. Transfer successful Brad proceeded to Lu's ass and tongued the creamy mixture into the red and angry hole. By now Lu's legs were over Brad's shoulders and Brad's poz cock was deep in the vulnerable negative ass. Brad licked all the cum off Lu's thick black beard before kissing Lu's luscious lips. Lu's grunts and groans of satisfaction were intoxicating. Brad was so excited to infect his first negative bottom it didn't take long to give over his prize of highly toxic cum. His orgasm was so violent and intense; and, Lu was so excited for this gift that Lu had another intense orgasm. This one hands free with enough cum to once again coat his thick black beard and lips. Brad remained pinning Lu to the bed, ass up and plugged. He wanted his gift to stay in deep and seep through Lu's vulnerable gut walls. "Wow" proclaimed Lu. "Thank you! That was fuckin fantastic! Thank you, thank you, thank you for such a magnificent poz fuck." "No, thank you! This is such a fuckin rush! I feel so bloody powerful! I feel like I own you with my poz dick and toxic cream claiming your life. I've marked you as my own fuckin poz cum pig." Brad went on, "In fact do you feel what I feel?" "You're fucking hard again! Breed me again man. Feed my neg ass with more poz babies!" beamed Lu. Brent captured the next three breedings on camera. Brad videoed Brent in a threesome with Frank and Hal for Brent's cameo appearance. They all managed a synchronized orgasm while spit roasting Brent. Frank taking Brent's load down his throat. Hal's eleven inches unloading deep in Brent's ass. The final edit showed the black cock ever so slowly being drawn out of the stretched contrasting white ass. When the thick head plopped out a generous flow of cum followed. Again Brent did a brilliant job of editing what turned into a two part series. These clips were even more popular than Brad's sero-conversion video. All Brent's spare time became consumed by porn video production. He added Lu and Hal to his roster as he kept filming Brad's pozing adventures. Hal's specialty became public sex. Washrooms, glory holes, dance floors, parking lots. Requests poured in from guys wanting to be tapped as their asses were stretched and bred by Hal's eleven inche wonder. He even managed to talk a couple of uniformed cops into take it at night on the side of a country road. This was the only video Brent would blur the bottoms faces and alter their voices. It attracted tonnes of attention to Hal's page. Between his regular work and all this extra effort his burgeoning porn stars Brent became stretched beyond his limits. His sleep became very erratic. Some nights he filmed or edited into the wee small hours. Others, he would wake scrambling from bed to frantically write down his brilliant ideas for hot scenes. He began skipping the odd meal and his compliance to his PreP prescription became quite erratic.

Thanks for all the likes and comments. Chapter 7 The next couple of weeks went like so...Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I’d end up stopping by Dr. Manning’s office and one or more of the three of them would give me a quick load. Saturday, Sunday and Thursday I would hang out with Chad and he would usually be good for a couple of loads. Matty even joined us one Saturday. Damn that was a fun night. Then of course there was our Friday sessions where all four of my guys would use me for hours. We were coming up to the fourth Friday since I actively started the pozzing process. So I’d been taking toxic loads for three full weeks now. I woke up Friday morning with a slight headache and scratchy throat. I really didn’t pay much attention and went about my day as usual. I’d changed my work schedule so that I was only working half a day in the office on Fridays and the afternoon at home so I’d have plenty of time to prep for my weekly fuckfest. I was really loving these events and looked forward to them all week long. There was nothing better than when all five of us were naked together. By the time I left work for home I knew something wasn’t right. I felt like shit. I didn’t want to bother the guys at work so I just sent a group text to let them know that I thought they’d finally succeed in knocking me up. Less than 30 seconds after I sent the text my phone rang. Dr. Manning must have been between patients because he never responded that quickly. “You fucking slut! I almost shot my load when I read your text. Tell me your symptoms.” I started laughing. “Oh fuck, sorry Scotty. I’m just so damn excited.” “It’s okay doc. I figured you’d be happy just not this happy.” I proceeded to tell him all my symptoms and I could hear him getting even more excited on the other end of the phone. “It definitely sounds like your seroconverting.” “And doc my cock is rock hard. I feel like shit but I’m seriously horny as fuck. That can’t be right.” “Actually Scotty, my chaser patients often tell me that when they came down with the first symptoms that the only thing they could think about was getting more toxic cum. So it sounds like what you’re experiencing is quite normal. Well for a fucking twisted bug chaser that is, you slut.” “Thanks doc.” “I want you to sit tight. One of us will be over shortly to check on you. Just try to get some sleep.” Ten minutes later someone was buzzing my apartment. I didn’t even bother to check who it was and just buzzed them up. Shortly there was a knock the door. Chad was standing on the other side with a big shit eating grin on his handsome face. “So I understand you’ve earned your new ink? Have you decided where you’re going to put it? Oh fuck and how are you feeling? You don’t look so good.” I wanted to laugh but it just came out more as a cough. “Fuck you’re burning up. Let’s get you a cold shower to cool you off.” He stripped me then took his own clothes off and helped me to the bathroom. “God I want to fuck you so bad right now.” He was in back of me so I pressed up against his front and felt his hard dick poking into my ass. I reached around and guided him to my hole. He pushed forward and I pushed back and he was soon balls deep in me. I sighed. “Perfect! My body needs your toxic cum.” It didn’t take long for me to shoot my load against the shower wall while his went safely deep in my hole. “Thank you. Now can you please help me to bed.” The others showed up a few hours later and each of them proceeded to give me one load of beautiful toxic cum. It was the least amount of loads I’d received during one of our Friday sessions but honestly it had to be the hottest. They took excellent care of me over the next several days. One of them was always with me. On about the fourth day I was starting to feel human again. On Chris’ shift he took some blood so we could get confirmation to what we were all assuming. I asked about the rapid test but he said Dr. Manning wanted to be 100% sure. I was strong enough to get back to work Thursday but the doc insisted I just work from home. Doctor orders. However, he told me I was expected at his office Friday at 5pm sharp for a followup appointment. I tried to get him to tell me my test results but he kept saying ‘sorry I don’t have them yet.’ Somehow I didn’t believe him but he wouldn’t budge, so Friday it was. Friday could not get here fast enough!!