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The living room of the fraternity house looked like every other college weekend at 3 a.m. in 1995—half-emptied beer bottles on the battered coffee table, a cassette boombox humming out Dokken, and the lingering scent of cheap pizza and even cheaper cologne. Most of the party had bled away into the night. The keg had wheezed its last sigh an hour before, and the stragglers wandered off in pairs or stumbling groups. Now the noise of the house settled around the three guys that remained. Tyler perched on the arm of the couch, shoulders tucked in like he was ready to dodge the next joke at his expense. He was wiry and boyish, still with the faint nervous energy of someone who hadn’t quite grown into his sturdy body. Mason and Brent had no such issues. Both were broad-shouldered athletes—wannabe college football bros with backward caps, tank tops, and enough drunken confidence to drown a small town. They sprawled across the floor like they owned the space, which, for the night at least, they did. “Alright, Ty,” Mason said, flicking a bottle cap at him. “Truth or dare?” They had been playing the game for a while as the party died down. Their fellow attendees may have left, but their night owl energy had not. Tyler hesitated, the way he always did, which only made Brent snort. “Dude, don’t think so hard,” Brent said. “It’s truth or dare, not a final exam.” Tyler flushed, swallowing a smile. “Fine. Dare.” Mason grinned like a wolf. “Yes. Finally. A dare.” Brent sat up, eyes lighting with the mischievous cruelty that frat boys mistake for bonding. They whispered between themselves, laughing too loudly—mostly at the idea that Tyler would actually go along with anything they cooked up. They weren’t mean, not really. Just drunk, stupid, twenty-year-old jocks who didn’t understand the power they had over someone gentler. Tyler braced himself. Before Mason could deliver the dare, the boombox suddenly cut to a loud burst of static, as the poorly put-together mixtape wasn’t recorded over properly, loud enough to make the boys jump. Brent slapped the side of it, but the brief noise seemed to ripple out the window it was perched next to. A moment later, there was a knock at the front door. A soft, polite knock—like someone apologizing just for showing up. The three froze. “Who the hell…?” Brent muttered. Mason staggered up and opened the door. Standing on the porch was Walter, their next-door neighbor. He lived in the old duplex beside the frat house, a place far too quiet for the chaos produced every weekend. Walter’s age showed in the deep lines across his gaunt face and the hollow curve of his cheeks. His balding hair was an uneven blend of salt-and-pepper, and his eyes had that tired kindness of someone who’d weathered more than most talked about. He wore a faded cardigan over a threadbare shirt, and he held his hands clasped awkwardly in front of him. “Evenin’, boys,” he said softly. “Sorry to bother you so late. I know weekends get lively, but, uh… the noise carries. I can’t sleep much these days as it is.” There was no accusation in his tone. Just apology—like he was the one disturbing something. Mason looked at Brent. Brent looked at Tyler. Drunk logic kicked in. “Aww, Walter!” Mason said, slinging an arm around the older man far too familiarly. “C’mon in, man. We’re just hanging out.” Walter froze, eyes wide behind his smudged glasses. “Oh—I didn’t mean to intrude. I only wanted to ask—” “Dude, chill,” Brent said, grabbing a fourth beer from the table and pressing it into Walter’s hands. “You can hang. We’re playing truth or dare.” Tyler gave Walter a small, apologetic smile—someone finally matching the older man’s quiet energy. “You don’t have to play,” he said gently. “But you can sit with us if you want.” Walter hesitated… then nodded, humbled, grateful in a way that tightened something in his throat. “That’s very kind of you boys.” He took a seat on the old recliner in the corner, careful with his posture, like he didn’t want to take up space. He sipped his beer slowly, both hands around the bottle, watching the three younger men with a soft, almost wistful expression—as though being included in something rowdy and stupid made him feel young for the first time in years. Tyler sat back down on the couch arm. Mason cracked his knuckles dramatically. “Alright, Ty,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Now where were we?” Brent grinned. “The dare.” Walter watched them—quiet, reserved, a tired smile on his face—happy just to witness their youth from the edges. The game resumed with the loose, chaotic momentum that only the truly drunk could maintain. Empty bottles rolled across the carpet as the three boys pushed each other into louder laughter, wilder dares, and more reckless honesty. Tyler finally completed Mason’s dare—running a victory lap around the living room wearing a random jockstrap over his face someone had left on the floor while finishing off a leftoverbeer that didn’t taste completely like beer. Brent almost fell off the couch laughing, and even Walter chuckled quietly in his corner. The older man blended into the room in an odd way—still reserved, still tucked into the recliner as if it belonged to someone else, but watching with a gentle fondness. Like the chaos reminded him of a different decade. Another round of truth or dare came and went. More dares. More teasing aimed at Tyler that never crossed the line into cruelty, just the kind of dumb pressure young men used instead of affection. At some point—maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because the hour made everything feel strangely intimate—Brent looked over at Walter with a sudden spark. “Hey,” he said, pointing with the neck of his bottle. “Walter should go a round.” Mason’s face lit up. “Dude, yes. Old-school edition.” Tyler blinked. “Are you guys sure? Let him chill.” But Walter held up a hand, smiling faintly. “I don’t mind. I haven’t played a silly game like this in… well, longer than you’ve all been alive.” Brent clapped. “Alright then. Walter, truth or dare?” Walter adjusted his glasses, eyes twinkling with a kind of shy amusement. “I think I’ll take truth. I’m too old for dares.” “Truth works,” Mason said, leaning forward with the eager curiosity of someone who had no filter. There was a beat of silence—long enough for Tyler to feel his stomach tighten. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his friends. It was just… drunk frat boys asking an older neighbor personal questions felt like it could go sideways fast. But Mason surprised him. He asked with no malice. No edge. Just blunt, earnest, twenty-year-old curiosity. “So, uh… Walter? People say you’re gay. Is that actually true?” He shrugged. “Not trying to be weird. Just—truth is truth, right?” Brent nodded. “Yeah, dude, like—no judgment. Just heard stuff.” Tyler gave Walter a reassuring look, worried he’d feel cornered. But Walter didn’t flinch. He answered as casually as if it were a dinner conversation. “Yes,” he said softly. “I am.” The boys didn’t react with shock or discomfort—only interest. Mason nodded like he’d just had a trivia question confirmed. Brent took another drink. Tyler smiled, relieved. “Thanks for being honest, man.” Walter chuckled. “Well… you did ask.” The room settled—not tense, not awkward, but strangely warm. The kind of acceptance that came effortlessly to kids who weren’t as jaded by the world as they thought they were. Mason slapped his knee. “Hell yeah. Alright. Walter’s in the game now.” The game rolled on. By now, the three boys were completely at ease with Walter, occasionally shouting encouragement or teasing him gently as he nursed his beer. The music had drifted to some mellow rock that didn’t spark much interest, and the air smelled faintly of booze and leftover pizza. Eventually the round circled back to Walter. “Alright, Walter,” Mason said, grinning like he’d just hit a jackpot. “Truth or dare?” “Truth, please,” Walter said with a small smile. He had settled into this late-night chaos more than anyone could have expected—quietly enjoying the strange rowdiness. Mason leaned forward, mischievous but harmless, and asked, “Okay… serious question. Gays hook up all the time, right? When was the last time you… you know… got laid?” Walter tilted his head slightly, as if measuring how much to reveal, then gave a faint shrug. “It’s been… a long while. I haven’t been physical with another man in several years,” he said quietly. “AIDS has… made things difficult for me.” For a brief moment, the air in the room grew awkward. Tyler’s hand paused mid-reach for a beer, and even Brent’s laughter caught in his throat. Mason’s grin faltered a bit at the unexpected candidness, but he gave a nod of understanding. “Ah… gotcha,” Mason said, giving a small shrug and leaning back. “Yeah… I can see that.” Walter sipped his beer, looking down at the bottle for a second before meeting their eyes again. “But it’s okay,” he added, his tone casual. “Life goes on.” Tyler smiled, a little warm relief in his chest. “Yeah… life goes on,” he echoed. And then, to break the melancholy mood wafting around, Mason shook his head and laughed. “Alright, enough serious stuff! Let’s get back to the game.” The rounds went on. The dares getting more lewd, and the truths revealing vulgar secrets. It got revealed that Mason got blown by his cousin once, Brent has a kink for pregnant women, Walter can cum from having his toes licked, and Tyler used to have a crush on his high school math teacher, who was seen as a mean cat lady. The guys had a big laugh at that. The dares made the guys either grope each other, eat something gross lying around the house floor left over by the partygoers, or prank call a sex hotline. Then it was Mason's turn again. “Tyler, truth or dare?” “Dare, I guess,” Tyler said, becoming more bold as the night went on. He was getting accustomed to being frequently targeted by his friends. “Strip and play the rest of the game naked!” Mason grinned, barely containing his laughter. Tyler rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. He knew one of them would do something like this to embarrass him, especially with Walter in the room, someone he wasn’t too familiar with. But it was admittedly better than backwash beer. “Dammit, Mason…” Tyler conceded and reluctantly began to strip off his clothes, revealing a swimmer’s build of smooth creamy skin. His flaccid dick dangling back and forth as his briefs came off. Mason and Brent laughed now that Tyler was exposed and blushing. “Damn, Ty, didn’t know you had such a juicy ass.” Brent teased. Walter tried not to stare. He thought the young man had a gorgeous body and hadn’t expected to be getting a skin show under the circumstances. He was starting to feel a little self-conscious with the stark contrast of his own beaten-down physique. “Uncut and average size. Just like I thought. Nothing to write home about.” Mason commented as if feeling confident with himself. Tyler sat back down naked and indignant. But his turn came around again, and he shot at Mason. He picked dare, wondering how Tyler was going to get back at him. “I dare you to strip naked for the rest of the game.” Tyler challenged, but his comeback was quickly shot down. “EEERR!” Mason made a mock buzzer sound. “Can’t throw someone else’s dare back at them! That’s a penalty!” He chuckled. “What’s the penalty?” Tyler didn’t recall any specific rules; it seemed as if they were just going with the flow until now. “Uh…” Mason, in his drunken stupor, tried to think of something funny and harsh for a penalty. “I don’t fuckn know… give Walter a lap dance or whatever.” Walter’s eyes widened as the other boys looked between Tyler and him. Brent held back laughter as he encouraged them. “Go on, Ty, I’m sure old Walter here won’t mind.” Brent mumbled, holding back laughter, and gestured for him to get on with it. “Fine, real quick.” Tyler stumbled over to Walter and was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “Are you cool with this? They can be dicks sometimes.” Tyler whispered almost apologetically. “I’m fine with it. I haven’t had a lap dance before.” Walter agreed, trying to keep himself composed in front of the beautiful naked boy getting close to him. Tyler had a disapproving expression as he clumsily shook his hips in front of Walter. He was no professional at all, and he came off as ridiculous rather than graceful. Mason and Brent cheered at the display, reveling in the scene. Walter, on the other hand, was starting to get heated. Despite Tyler’s half-assed attempt at a lap dance. The sight of him in the buff and inches away was more than enough to awaken his manhood. His pants started straining against his groaning boner. “My…” Walter stammered a bit. “You boys are a wild bunch.” When Tyler concluded his amateur dance, he stumbled on the ground next to Walter. Mason and Brent clapped to congratulate his follow-through. But the tent in Walter’s pants didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself there, Walter.” Brent pointed at the tent in his pants. Walter blushed and tried to readjust it but it only became more noticeable. “Well, can you blame me? I haven’t had excitement like this in years.” “Well, it looks like you have something else stuffed in there. That can’t all be just your dick.” Brent skeptically accused. “No… It’s all natural. It’s more length than girth anyway.” Walter tried being modest, but he could easily hide the evidence. “Well, it’s my turn, and Walter, truth or dare?” Brent responded. Walter suspected Brent might ask more personal questions, so he picked “Dare…” to hopefully do something funny and take his mind off his erection. “I dare you to whip out your dick and show Tyler how effective his booty shaking was.” Brent challenged. Walter was hesitant at first, but the alcohol gave him the courage to proceed with the dare. He leaned back and undid his belt. The three boys were staring out of morbid curiosity more than anything. Then with a smooth slide, his pants, underwear, and socks came off and were flung to the side. Leaving him naked from the waist down. There he held up his tall rod of meat. It was at least 8 inches at this point, and it wasn’t even fully erect. Walter grimaced as he presented something he was sure a group of straight boys wouldn’t be interested in. Some gasps were heard as the mature dick was put on display. “Damn, Walter! You’re packing!” Mason exclaimed, impressed. “It’s probably better you’re gay; you’d ruin any chick’s pussy with that, ha ha. Thanks for making me feel inadequate.” Brent laughed and took another swig of beer. Tyler didn’t comment. He was sure he was going to get a barrage of heat from the guys for getting an old gay guy that hard. “Your turn, Fabio.” Brent, with a newfound respect, passed the torch to Walter. “Uh, I can’t think of anything at the moment… pass.” Walter being too flustered to come up with anything while his hard-on was at full display.” “Okay then…” Tyler tried to take his turn, but Mason cut him off. “Nope, you skip a turn; you still have a penalty. My turn.” Mason thought for a moment, then a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Tyler, I dare you to sit on Walter’s lap.” “Oooh wack!” Brent laughed. “Come on guys really?” Tyler tried protesting, but they weren’t letting up. “Do it, pussy!” They both chimed, not sure if he would. “Walter, you don’t mind, right? You cool with Tyler using your lap for a seat?” Mason raised his eyebrows with a cheeky grin, his question clearly rhetorical. “If that’s the dare, then I guess that’s fine with me.” Walter said. Trying to hide his mixture of apprehension and excitement. He was surprised to see how brazen Brent and Mason were. But he figured the booze was causing them to act stupid. Tyler moved over to Walter with a look of embarrassment; he was getting a little annoyed with his friends singling him out. He hovered his bare ass over the older man’s lap with the increasing wood, then lowered. He nestled down, and Walter’s cock positioned under his ass poked out from between his legs. “Damn, look, the old man is definitely full mast now. Look how much there is peeking past Tyler’s nuts.” Brent amused. Both Brent and Mason scooted closer to get a better look at their friend sitting on an older gay man’s lap. “How you doing, Walt? You good?” Mason asked. “Yeah, I have no complaints.” Walter barely could contain his arousal. The game was escalating, and he had no idea what the boys would do next. “Okay I did it dude. Am I done?” Tyler asked as his face went red. He thought he looked ridiculous at that moment. “Just a moment, Ty. Raise your ass up. Looks like you’re crushing his dick. Let’s see what it looks like at full mast.” Brent was lifting Tyler’s shoulder. Tyler raised up a bit, and Walter’s cock sprung up; it looked to be about 10 inches at this point. A long, veiny cock accompanied by two large balls with grey pubes. The head of his dick stopped at Tyler’s butt crack. “Ah look, the big fella found a home it wants to step into.” Brent mocked. “Shut up. That’s not funny.” Tyler felt his legs cramp a bit. “Well, I have my turn, and then your penalty is up. During the game, I dare you to sit on it.” Brent challenged. Immediately everyone had different reactions. Tyler was befuddled, Mason burst out laughing, and Walter’s eyes were wide with concern. “Go on, get it in,” Brent ordered. “I’m not doing that, man. That’s fucked up.” Tyler cringed. “Alright, if you want to pussy out…” “I’m not a pussy. It’s just, it’s a dick, dude.” Tyler complained in defiance. “Yup, you’re the first to pussy out. We’ll all know it from now on.” Brent antagonized. Tyler got pissed. A mixture of dumb pride and intoxication lead him to override any sense. “Fine, I’ll sit on the dick! But after this I’m getting you back.” Tyler positioned his ass and grabbed Walter’s cock, aiming it at his hole. The tip felt hot as it was already leaking. “Wait, not that I wouldn’t like it. But I do have AIDS, remember?” Walter interjected. The three guys winced a little and for a moment stalled. But that moment faded as their jock party energy made them persist with the stupid stunt. “Ah, it’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s gonna bounce on it.” Mason dismissed. “Yeah, you guys ain’t gonna be fuckn, so just don’t cum. I think it’ll be all good then.” Brent rationalized. “Uh… fuck it, just for a little. In and out. Then no more of this dumb shit.” Tyler tried to strengthen his resolve out of foolishness rather than bravery. He worked his ass down and tried to get the tip in. It wasn’t working well. The pre-cum smeared a bit, but it wasn’t enough. Walter spat in his hand and slicked Tyler’s hole and his cock. It started to give, and Tyler felt his ass open up. The tip was the hardest part. His sphincter stretched, and with time and persistence, he eventually made it penetrate past his ring. It hurt like hell, but after some more spit from Walter, his ass started to ease up. Mason and Brent watched in horror as their friend took an older guy's monster cock in him slowly. But it was taking too long. Brent was getting impatient, his party energy wanting to keep the momentum up. “Come on, get on with it!” And Brent shoved Tyler’s leg, causing him to slip. Tyler ended up lowering himself down on Walter’s cock fast, and several inches disappeared inside him. He felt it bottom out, and his body nearly went into shock. It was so much so fast that he could barely move. “Oh fuck!” He yelled as he tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Walter let out a moan as the young jock engulfed his cock. A feeling he hadn’t known in a long time, and especially not with someone as beautiful as Tyler. The warmth and tightness of his virgin ass kept him hard and throbbing. He could feel the end of Tyler’s rectum pressing against his head. They sat there for a moment, and eventually Tyler could catch his breath and calm down. Mason and Brent looked equal parts impressed and disgusted. “Far out, Ty. Taking it like a champ. Does this make you gay now?” Mason laughed. “Oh, fuck off, dude. You dared me, and I did it. Now I just need to slowly…” “Nope. You can’t get off!” Brent interrupted. “The dare was during the game. So for the rest of the game you have to play sitting on that.” “What?! You can’t expect me to…” “That is what he said. And rules are rules. Just sit and endure it. I’m sure we’re not gonna make you do anything too bad at this point. Like, I don’t think I can come up with much worse.” Mason assured him. “How are you doing there, Walt? You okay with college boy ass on your dick for a while?” “He can take his time with it. I’m fine like this.” Walter’s voice was wavering, but he tried to keep up a casual attitude even though his groin was in heaven at the moment. “Fuck, okay, fine, now it’s my turn!” Tyler asserted while gritting his teeth. He tried to focus past his drunken state and the large piece of meat rearranging his guts. “Brent, truth or dare?” Tyler finally asked. “Truth.” Brent chose with confidence. “Tell Mason what really happened to his car last summer.” Tyler smugly ordered. “What the hell is he talking about?” Mason asked, now getting serious. Brent and Mason started getting into a semi-heated conversation about past events involving his car. The two of them got into it while Tyler felt a little bit of just desserts. As they argued, the cock up Tyler's ass wasn’t showing any signs of softening. “How do gay guys do this?” Tyler muttered to Walter. “Well, they usually practice with something smaller, and it’s better if it’s actually thrusting. But that wouldn’t be wise.” Walter explained. “No, definitely no thrusting. I don’t want this to officially be fucking. I couldn’t live that down. And it feels like my guts are gunna pop.” Just then Tyler felt something inside him give. Like a part of his insides opened up, and Walter’s cock slid in a few more inches. Tyler’s ass met Walter’s balls. “Fuck, what was that?” Tyler grunted. “Oh… Don’t worry, that’s just my cock… penetrating your inner ring. I’m in your colon now.” Walter had a shakiness to his voice as if concerned or excited. Mason and Brent’s argument led them to yell at each other, and they ended up going in the next room. Tyler and Walter were left alone. “Fuck, while they’re arguing it out, I’m left sitting here. Sorry about all this, Walter; I guess this isn’t what you expected tonight.” Tyler attempted to be casual while enduring the penetration. “It’s definitely not the worst night I’ve had… Ugh… you know you don’t have to keep sitting on my cock… Ugh… you can get off if you want.” Walter’s voice was straining. Tyler’s ass felt too good even if he wasn’t moving around. “I want to get off. It still hurts, but I can’t, or else they’ll never stop ragging on me.” Tyler sounded a little pitiful. “Tell yah what. Let’s change positions so it hurts less, and…oh…I can regain composure.” Walter helped Tyler up without dislodging. It took some time and clumsy effort, but they managed to reposition so Tyler was now on his knees and the two were positioned doggy style. The new position did give some relief, and during the struggle to move around, Walter’s cock did soften a bit. But not by much. It was still deep in there. “God, this is embarrassing.” Tyler moaned. “How long do you think they’ll be arguing for?” Walter asked while admiring the sight of Tyler’s ass and toned back. “It’s a long story with the car. And they can be dramatic, so it might be a while.” “How are you feeling, young man? Does it still hurt?” “Yeah, it does. But I guess it’s more my pride at this point than anything. It actually feels weird. Kinda hard to describe.” “Usually men in my circles think it feels good.” “I don’t see how they can.” “Well, it’s only in you at the moment. It’s not stimulating your prostate.” “My what?” “Like this.” Walter pulled out slightly and thrust forward once in an angled motion. Tyler then felt an electric sensation in his ass that was very noticeable through the discomfort. “Wow, what was that?” “That’s what makes bottom sex feel good.” “But it was just one little jolt…” “Do you want me to thrust more?” “No. No, thank you. I don’t want to be fucked.” “How about this? I won’t move, but you can move your hips around if you want.” “Um…” Tyler thought for a moment. He didn’t want his friends to come back and find him wiggling his ass on Walter’s cock, but he was curious to feel that sensation again. So he thought just a few bounces would be alright. “Okay…” Tyler started to move his hips back against Walter. “Yeah, just go at your own pace, young man. Ahhh…” Walter let out a sigh as he tilted his head back and appreciated Tyler’s amateur efforts. Tyler starts feeling a strange but good sensation stimulating his insides. He bounced his ass on Walter’s large cock for about a minute or two. The anal play felt better than he thought it would. Despite it being an old guy's dick, Tyler was enjoying the feeling. Biology would trump preference, as his smooth, tight hole slicked up and down the rugged shaft. Then he stopped moving and let his head drop to the ground, catching his breath. Just that short amount of time was making him dizzy. “See? That wasn’t so bad. Y-your ass…did fine…” Walter’s words were trembling. “Sure… I guess, just don’t tell the others.” “My lips are sealed… Say, how about I take my turn?” “What?” “Truth or dare, Tyler?” “Oh! Good, dare; you can dare me to get off your cock.” “Actually…” Walter lifts up his right leg and brings his foot next to Tyler’s face. “… I dare you to lick my foot.” “What? Why?” “I thought it would be funny? Only for a little while.” “Um okay, kinda gross, but I guess that’s easy enough.” Tyler moved his face towards Walter’s foot, and Walter met him halfway. It smelled a little, but Tyler has done worse tonight, so he opened his mouth and began licking the sole and up to the toe gap. It had a salty, sweaty, almost cheesy taste. It wasn’t something he liked, but it was bearable. This was supposed to be for a laugh, but Walter wasn’t laughing. “Oooh…that’s it, keep going…” Walter moaned while supporting himself by holding onto Tyler's ass. As Tyler licked the old man’s dirty foot, he felt a swelling in his ass. Walter’s cock was getting harder. It quickly grew to the point it was pressing against his inner ring again. Walter felt it too, and almost on reflex, Walter jabbed forward and penetrated into Tyler’s colon again. “Ouch, what the—” Tyler’s minor pain cry was cut off by Walter sticking his toes in his mouth. “Just…suck my toes for a bit. Real quick.” As Tyler wrapped his lips around the toes, Walter felt the hot, wet moisture of the young man’s mouth. Walter’s body was starting to tremble. Didn’t he recall something about Walter’s feet in an earlier part of the game? Walter motioned his foot in Tyler’s mouth to signal him to start sucking, and as soon as Tyler started to suck, Walter started to grunt. “Oh, oh fuck!” Walter exclaimed as he started to give short, sharp thrusts, leaning his body forward. That’s right. Tyler remembered Walter cums from having his toes sucked. Wait, Walter had AIDS! “Ah!…AAH!” Tyler felt the pulsing as Walter’s cock shot spurt after spurt of poz cum deep into his intestines. He kept cuming while having his toes shoved his the boys mouth. His eyes wide as he realized what this dirty old man was injecting into his guts. Walter’s pent-up orgasm eventually subsided. He pulled his foot away and sighed in relief. “Ahhhh…. That was good….” “Dude, what the hell was that?” Tyler trembled, having difficulty processing just how dire his situation was. But before he could get any answers, there was a sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Brent and Mason were on their way back. Walter grabbed Tyler around his torso and pulled him up as he sat back down. They hastily resumed their previous position with Tyler’s ass slamming down on Walter’s cock. A jolt of pain shot through Tyler’s body as the position change made the cock thrust sharply inside him. There was a new warm pressure inside him. Walter’s orgasm ended up depositing a lot, to the point Tyler could feel it slosh inside. “We’ll talk about that later.” Mason grumbled. The two of them came back in the room after a heated argument that cooled down, cool enough for them to put their frustrations aside and rejoin their friend. Both their moods were brought down a bit, and their taste for crazy shenanigans soured. “So, uh, we’re gonna call it a night. You can stop that now, Ty. Sorry for making you do that…” Brent apologized. He and Mason were being civil but not looking directly at each other. Tyler didn’t want to get off. Well, he did, but he was worried that if he did, then the sheer quantity of semen discharged inside him would spill out in front of his friends. He would never live down that embarrassment or the implication of what that meant. He had to think of an excuse. “Uh, y-yeah, I will, but my legs are hella cramping; I gotta wait a minute before getting up. You guys can go on without me. I’ll be alright.” Tyler’s words stammered slightly. The bloated sensation inside him caused by the older man he was on top of was ever visceral. Brent and Mason would normally ask more questions, but they were just too annoyed with each other to care at the moment as they made their way to the door. “Alright man, later.” Brent dismissed with a clear exhaustion before leaving. “Nice chillin with you, Walt, I guess.” Mason added halfheartedly, and he was gone too. Tyler and Walter were alone again. This time for good. He wanted off of Walter. He wanted his dick out of him. But attempting to stand up caused his legs to cramp up for real. His ass only raised an inch before he came back down, and the soreness of his guts was really apparent. “Wow there, young man, just relax.” Walter held onto Tyler’s hips. “Don’t get up so fast; you’ll hurt yourself.” “Walter, I need to get off, but my ass and legs are killing me.” Walter grabbed Tyler’s shoulders and slowly helped him move. “Let’s get you on your back. You need to get off your feet.” Walter reassured. “Ouch, fuck, your dick still hurts when I move.” Tyler grunted during the attempt. “Then let’s not pull out yet.” Walter proceeded to slowly turn Tyler around on his lap and guide him down on the floor. The older man lifted the boy's legs and placed them over his shoulder and gently massaged his calves. “There we go. Once your ass stops hurting, I can take it out.” Walter said while rubbing the smooth white legs on his shoulders. “It would be easier if your dick wasn’t so hard…” Tyler whined. “Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I’m still more virile than I thought. And you are really tight, like a vise grip. Do your friends usually make you do things like this?” “Not like… this… But they can take their pranks too far sometimes. Shit, this hurts.” “You just need to relax. It will stop hurting, and I can pull out if you relax. Your whole body has been tense.” “Kinda hard to do that at the moment.” Walter thought for a moment. His eyes wandered to Tyler’s feet resting on either side of his head, and then he had an idea. “I know how to help you relax.” Walter grabbed a smooth, soft foot and started licking it. “Woah, dude, what are you doing?” Tyler protested. The wet sensation on his soles felt strange yet warm. “Don't worry, usually when I do this to men, they really like it, or at least it relaxes them.” Walter continued to lick Tyler's feet. “Uh…okay.” Tyler was skeptical, but he was willing to try anything to ease up his body so this ordeal can be done with. As the rough older man ran his tongue up and down Tyler’s feet, the warm wet sensation was completely new and foreign to him. It has a tingling sensation, not quite like a tickle, but it was sending light signals up his legs and to his dick. It strangely started to feel good. “Wow, Walter, that’s some strange technique.” “Mmm, you taste wonderful.” Walter moaned. “I guess that’s a good thing?” “It is.” Walter continued the foot service. After a moment Tyler was starting to enjoy the treatment; he could even feel his body relaxing. The cock inside him, while still lengthy and hard, wasn’t hurting as much. “Hey Walter, I think that did the trick. Maybe you should pull out?” “Wait, can I have just a moment longer? Just a minute?” Walter started to suck on Tyler’s toes, his moaning getting louder. “I…” Tyler wanted to refuse, but the sensation of the mouth on his toes was causing his dick to twitch. He was getting hard. As Walter indulged, his dick started to twitch inside him. It was growing with that same familiar hardness as before. He knew what was about to happen and tried to speak up, but Walter’s mouth work was mesmerizing. “Walter, your dick…” Walter let out a grunt as he sucked on Tyler’s toes. His hips jabbed forward a few times as his cock spasmed again and shot another load inside. “Oh fuck!” Tyler moaned as he felt the cock deposit another load of tainted seed. Walter let go of Tyler’s feet and let out a satisfied sigh. His dick finally began to soften up, and he slowly pulled out. Tyler’s hole had a small gape to it, but nothing spilled out. Walter seemed satisfied, but there was a bit of remorse for nutting in the boy twice. He got up and sat on the couch right above Tyler, who was still lying down in disbelief. He looked down at the boy’s hard-on and realized he hadn’t gotten off yet. Without a word he raised a foot and placed it on Tyler’s shaft, rubbing it up and down. “Walter, what are you doin?” Tyler looked on in awe. Walter didn’t respond; he just continued his footwork on Tyler’s dick. Tyler would normally move away, but his pent-up energy and the skillful strokes from Walter froze him in place. He had never received a foot job before, nor did he ever consider experimenting with this fetish, but now he was receiving one from this middle-aged guy, and his dick was responding with enthusiasm. “Oh god…” Tyler moaned as he was mesmerized by Walter’s foot on his cock that was now oozing pre. Walter raised his other foot and was now gripping Tyler’s cock between both soles, stroking him up and down. Tyler’s orgasm was building, and his hips were meeting Walter’s movement. like a wave washing over him Tyler’s orgasm shot out furiously. The cum gushing between Walter’s toes. Tyler gasped and was trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t believe that he came because of some old guy’s feet. He was a mix of emotions. He was trembling a little but mostly tried his best not to think about the foot job or the hazard of what was left behind inside his body. The two of them slowly got dressed in awkward silence. Walter put on his socks and shoes without cleaning his feet. Tyler walked him out. Before departing, Walter turned. “Hey, how about you and I get together soon? There’s an AIDS support group I’m with. Well, not exactly an official support group, but a group of old queens that like to get together. It’s an older group, but I’m sure they’d love to see a number like you.” Walter offered while patting him on the shoulder. “I don’t think that’s really my thing.” Tyler tried his best to be polite, his tone meek and dismissive. “Well, I could come by again and check up on you.” “No! No, I’ll come to your group. Just, I don’t need this getting around.” Tyler pleaded. “Great. I’ll write down the details of when the next meeting is. It’s at the old hospice facility across town. There are a few in our group that have gone downhill, so we like to cheer them up. I’m sure they’ll get a hoot out of hearing exactly what made you cum. Well then, I guess I’ll see you around.” Tyler stood in the doorway as Walter returned home. After all the booze, it was hard to believe that the events of the night actually transpired. The only evidence that it actually happened was the lingering soreness between his ass cheeks and the gurgling sounds of his intestines absorbing the harmful sludge left over by a very lucky old man.

Part 3 It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m lying on my couch swiping through the apps again. It is the first day I won’t be meeting Doctor John as he is out of town this afternoon. We have been fucking for five days straight now, but it is still too early to know if the gift has been received properly. My new profile picture has changed the types of men, who contact me completely. Some regulars have blocked me and others I considered out of my reach are applauding my new bug chasing lifestyle. Also, a lot of blank profiles have been messaging me, sending me photos of their biohazard tattoos and encouraging me to get one, when I have earned it. One message is puzzling me; it shows another headless torso with a colourful biohazard tattoo on the man’s chest. But that’s not the tattoo catching my eye, it is the tattoo of a feather on the man’s left wrist. I know this tattoo; I definitely have seen it before but just cannot figure out to whom it belongs to. I decided to write to him and ask directly if I knew him. ‘Hi PozLoader, how are you? Your tattoos are great. But I must ask, do you know me? I seem to recognise your feather tattoo.’ The headless torso profile is typing. ‘Yes, you know me and I know you, Mike. I also know that the cock your sucking in the picture is the one of Doctor John… my gift giver.’ I read those last three words again ‘my gift giver’, so Doctor John has converted others before me. Of course he has, he never questioned my desire for his poz loads, a desire he apparently has seen in men’s eyes before me. My cock is standing for attention and is almost bursting through my boxers. I need to know more. A new message arrives from PozLoader with a single picture in it. It shows Doctor John fucking him in the same chair, he fucked me three days earlier and as I see the blissful face recognition kicks in. ‘Oh wow, now I remember you, you are his nurse. What was your name Patrick, right?’ ‘Well, I didn’t think you would ever remember as you could look me barely in the eyes, when I tested your cock and ass. But I guess now, you will look at me differently.’ As I was writing my response a message from Doctor John aka HazardlyGifted arrives. Without finishing my answer to Patrick, I open the message and see the short demand ‘Tonight, 9 pm, my office’. My cock is twitching in excitement as my evening suddenly became interesting. I went back to the chat with Patrick, but he has gone offline and my answer feels unnecessary, so I closed the app. Stroking my cock and dreaming of yet another fuck with Doctor John, I wank my self into an afternoon nap. I’m standing in front of Doctor John’s office; there is no light anywhere. I pull the door open and enter the empty reception. Slowly, I make my way through the waiting room to the different consultation rooms. But all of them are either locked or empty. As I wonder if I’m alone a voice calls out for me, but it’s not Doctor John. ‘Mike we are back here’ I follow the voice but have never been in this part of the building as a sign ‘Staff only’ prohibits to enter. I push through that door and see light in one of the rooms at the end of a corridor. I head towards it and wonder what will await me behind it and who has called me. As I walked down the corridor, I realised that the voice was talking about ‘we’, which could only mean I would not be meeting Doctor John alone. I reach the lighted office, open the door and enter slowly. In the room are Doctor John, Patrick and a man I don’t know. All of them naked, all of them wearing a metal cock ring and all of them proudly carrying a biohazard tattoo on their skin. All of them gazing at me with predatory lust. ‘Mike come in and close the door’ Doctor John demands in his usual rough voice. ‘Today, we will have a little help to make sure you receive the gift you grave.’ Doctor John introduces me to the unknown man, whose name is Liam. Apparently, Liam is another doctor, who was also the original gift giver of Doctor John. Despite my apparent arousal I connect the dots and understand, that Doctor John, Patrick and Liam are not only all poz, but also that they share the same origin. Before me is a brotherhood of poz men, who are willing to invite me in. I understand the importance of this meeting, so I take my time to take it all in. Despite Doctor John’s ripped body taking centre stage, Patrick and Liam are impressive men on their own. Patrick has the body of a swimmer, I guess he is not much older than me, perhaps even a bit younger, there is no hair on his body, and I can only imagine how muscular his ass is. Liam on the other hand is older than the rest of us, probably in his early 50s. But he looks hot, the silver daddy fantasy becomes a reality with this man. His piercing blue eyes and salt and pepper body hair remind me of a husky ready to attack, but I’m not sure I can handle his weapon. Liam’s cock is even bigger than Doctor John’s and not only in length, but girth as well. His biohazard tattoo is right there, on this magnificent cock, which is crowned with a Prince Albert piercing. I swallow hard. ‘Come’ Liam breaks the silence ‘have a seat’ For the first time I take in the room and a large couch is behind the three naked men. As I want to step forward, Doctor John shakes his head and I understand. I take my clothes off and with a precum dripping hard on I walk over to the couch, feeling Liam's hand on my lower back to guide me. I sit between Liam and Patrick, with Liam's hand firmly on my thigh. ‘So, tell me Mike are you really willing to take our toxic poz cum?’ Liam asks with a smile ‘Yes, I am. I want your poz loads deep inside me’ I keep my eyes on Liam, while my hand is slowly wandering to Patrick’s cock. ‘Good’ Liam answers as he pats my face. His hand wanders to my neck and with a determined grip he guides my head to his impressive cock. As I take his pierced cock into my mouth, I shift my body, so that I kneel before Liam, but my ass is presented and ready for Patrick. Liam starts to push my head down more forcefully, while Patrick has started to rim my ass. The sensation of having those two beautiful poz men frame me is exhilarating and my precum is already leaking onto the couch. Liam grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock, the domination unquestionable. He looks at me in the eyes and kisses me with force. After he stops the kiss, his gaze wanders to Patrick giving him permission to open me up. Patrick’s cock is positioned at my wet hole, but he has not pushed himself inside me yet. I feel the warm of his poz cock and some precum against my hole and push my ass back to signal my eagerness for him to finally fill me up. He repositions himself slightly, takes some of my leaked precum of the couch and lubes his cock with it. With a slow thrust the head of his poz cock is entering me easily. I moan loudly as Liam leaves his place, Doctor John takes it instead and positions himself in front of me. Within seconds Doctor John’s cock is fucking my mouth forcefully and I have difficulties to take it all in. Patrick increases his rhythm and thrusts deeper inside, his cock stretching my hole slowly. My mind wanders to the image of two poz men fucking me simultaneously, this mental image drives me over the edge, and I shoot my first load onto the couch. But Patrick and Doctor John don’t even react, they just keep spit roasting me until Patrick shoots his toxic load inside me. ‘This is you first poz cum tonight, Mike.’ Patrick says, ‘It won’t be your last’ Patrick’s cock slides out of my hole and Doctor John is already changing places with Patrick so that he can add his poz load to today's collection. But he decides to switch positions all together and pushes me onto my back, spreading my legs with his body and thrusting his cock inside me missionary style. My body reacts to Doctor John’s cock immediately, the familiarity establishing another kind of sex. As he pushes deeper inside me and I grab his ass to pull him closer, the silver ring of Liam’s cock comes into my vision. I open my mouth and the metal hits my tongue a second time, but this time my throat is prepared, with a slight tilt of my head to the left Liam manages to push almost half of his cock into my mouth, apparently I still have a long way to go, before I will be able to take it completely. I feel Liam’s toxic precum hitting my throat and lick every little drop with insatiable hunger. In the meantime, Doctor John has thrust himself close to shooting his poz load inside me. ‘Mike, this load is just for you. Remember to keep every drop, don’t lose my gift’ Doctor John shoots his toxic load explosively and it takes him almost 30 seconds until his last drop enters my hole. ‘Well, now that you are prepared it’s time for the big finish’ I hear the voice of Liam close to my ear ‘Let’s hope you will be a member of our toxic brotherhood after that’ Liam takes my hand and guides me to a standing position. He takes a seat in the middle of the couch and signals to me to take a seat on top of him. His intimidating cock already waiting to be enveloped. I stand above Liam and slowly lower myself down onto his lap and cock. The moment his Prince Albert piercing hits my hole I know, this will be different. ‘Are you ready to take the original poz load, the one that converted your gift giver?’ ‘Oh, yeah, please let me have your toxic cum. I want it deep inside me’ ‘Your wish is my command’ Liam grabs my hips to steady me and guide me to his cock. But when the piercing passes through my first ring he tightens his grip and pushes me onto him hard. I moan in a mixture of ecstasy, pain and surprise. I lose all control and come again, this time on the chest of Liam. This cock is another ball game, Doctor John is big, but this one is massive. I feel how my body tries to accommodate the new poz guest and after a few breaths my hole stretches enough that the thrusting becomes pleasurable. I start to ride Liam and with increased rhythm I notice that his cock is starting to pulsate. I know this already from Doctor John’s cock, the sure sign of an oncoming climax. Liam grabs my hips hard, while I ride his poz pierced cock and with a loud moan he shoots his poz load deep inside me. ‘Take every toxic drop. Mike, take the gift’ Liam collapses, but his cock remains inside me. I kiss him instinctively and he pulls me towards him. Suddenly, I feel Doctor John and Patrick sitting next to us, framing Liam and me. ‘Well, now I have taken several toxic loads from Doctor John and one from each of you. I guess it is time, I started looking for a tattoo artist’ We laugh, as we are sitting there, four naked, sex-crazed men, two with biohazard tattoos on full display, one with his buried deep and me, being hopefully at the beginning of my poz journey.

Part 2 I wake up in my bed the next morning and immediately my thoughts go back to the evening with Doctor John. My morning wood becomes even harder, that it almost hurts, but before I can jerk myself off my phone vibrates. It's a message from HazardlyGifted, my cock reacting immediately to that surprise and the first precum is dripping down. I open the message and there is only a video without any text. Eagerly I push the start button and I am greeted by the face of Doctor John. In his deep voice he tells me that this video should be a reminder of the gift he's given me. The camera slowly leaves his face and goes down his incredible body, staying on his hairy chest for a short moment before it follows the trail down to his cock and shining biohazard tattoo. In the video Doctor John is fucking someone, who is bend in front of him and the camera focusses on his big cock as it slights in and out of the bottoms hole. Suddenly, the zoom becomes wider and I am shocked to see half of my face in lust and ecstasy. He filmed us? But when, how did I not notice? Those thoughts forgotten quickly as I see myself in a state of complete surrender and happiness. Doctor John brings the camera back to his face and looks directly into it, when he say: 'I will make sure you receive this gift' I'm a so overstimulated that I come hands free, the load hitting my chest and stomach, but also my phone. As I lay there shocked by the cum mess I made, my door bell rings. Without thinking clearly, I put my boxers back on and walk to the door. Greeted by a delivery man with a puzzled look, I sign quickly and say goodbye. He gives me another strange look and then leaves. The package doesn't interest me at the moment, so I put it down and look at the mirror in the hallway. No surprise he looked perplexed, my cum is all over my hairy chest and body, also my boxers are wet in the front with cum. Well, he got quite an image then. My phone vibrates again and a new message from Doctor John arrives. 'Be here in one hour, don't be late' I look at the coordinates he send me and it will take me 15 minutes to get there, so enough time to prepare for whatever he has planned for me. I shower and rinse the cum off my body, as I realise that his toxic seed never has left my hole, still somewhere deep inside me. Immediately hard again, I don't give into the temptation and keep my load for the meeting with Doctor John. I park my car at an abandoned industrial office complex and walk around aimlessly. The vibration of my phone indicates a new message: 'Fifth Floor, Room 208'. I follow the instructions and as I put my hand on the door to room 208 my excitement is almost unbearable. I open the door and what I see takes my breath away. Doctor John is standing in the middle of the room, only dressed with an open lab coat and black leather boots. His cock is framed by a metal cock ring, his biohazard tattoo shining in the morning sun and next to him is a gynaecological chair with the leg rests already in place. Without a word I take my clothes off and take my place in the chair. My hole exposed to the steady gaze of Doctor John. He kneels before me and without spit or lube he starts to massage my hole. He increases the pressure more and more, his fingertips starting to enter me. He is rougher this time and his fingers are more scratching than pushing. Despite, the dryness my hole starts to open up and he pushes more fingers inside me. Suddenly, I feel his tongue on my hole and his rimming techniques are unparalleled. His tongue gets deeper and deeper inside me, wetting my hole for the next step. I try to focus my eyes on the ceiling as I hardly can see what Doctor John is doing to me. But as I turn my head slightly to the left I see his phone, recording the whole scene and my arousal goes through the roof. Doctor John notices the change in me and rises from his kneeling position to look at me. I should feel vulnerable to be exposed this completely to this imitating man, but I do not. I love the attention and hungry, predatory gaze of Doctor John. He understands my desires instinctively and goes to the counter to grab his phone, puts it on a shelf opposite the chair, making me the star of this video. Then he decided to lose the lab coat and comes back to the chair completely naked with his hard rock cock pointing straight at me. He positions himself at my hole and with a small nod, but no further warning he fully pushes his poz cock inside, the raw connection heavenly. I moan in lust and my hole starts to envelope his big cock immediately, my body graved this more than I expected. 'Fuck! Fuck me, give me another poz load. Give me your gift' I tell him breathlessly. 'Will you take every last drop of my toxic cum? Will you be a good boy and carry my load as long as it needs to do its job?' 'Yes, I will, I am your good boy. I am a good patient to you.' Doctor John laughs mischievously 'Well, a good patient you have never been, but I make sure you are a good boy.' He increases his speed and forcefulness, hitting my prostate every single time. The chair has opened me up in a way I never could have imagined, so that his poz cock reaches deeper than expected. I feel the warm of his toxic precum dripping inside me, while the cold of the metal cock ring is giving my hole a different sensation outside. He pushes even harder and the whole chair starts to shakes, the room is filled with the smell of sex and sweat. I feel his cock pulsating and know it will only be a few more thrust until his poz load will fill me up the second time. He forces himself even deeper and with a final, violent thrust his toxic load fills me up. It takes him 9 shoots, before all of his poz cum is inside me, his ass in my hands the whole time and his body pressed against mine, without space for air. He collapses again on top of me, but this time we are face to face and a deep kiss finishes this second gift giving. I enjoy the weight of him on top of me. After a few minutes we finally leave the chair and both our hairy chests are full of my cum, apparently I shot a load while he was in his post climax bliss on top of me. 'Mike that was great, but now we have to make sure the gift is taking hold of you. Take this plug and keep my toxic seed inside you as long as possible' I manage to put the plug in place with ease, as it is smaller than Doctor John's cock. But I have still one fantasy I need to fulfil today. I got to my pants and take out my phone. 'I need one more picture Doctor John, then we are finished' I kneel before him, take Doctor John's cock in my mouth, which becomes instantly hard again, and angle the phone. I press the button and see how my phone captures my face, sucking a cock with a biohazard tattoo in full view. I stand up and Doctor John looks at me quizzically. 'What do you want with that?' he asks. 'This will be my new profile pic on the apps, no headless torso any more. It's time to be out and proud about my bug chasing desires' I change my pics and Doctor John smiles at me. 'That's great, but now finish me off, you cannot leave a poz cock this hard behind. Get on your knees ...'

horny foursome last night with Drew, his Dad and my Mate Steve. First I got Drew’s Dad to eat out his son’s hole to get it good and wet. Next I got him to suck my cock. Then I mounted Drew’s arse, went balls-deep and started fucking him. I like to make eye contact with Drew’s Dad when I’m balling his son. I ask him if he enjoys watching me fuck Drew. he says yes, I like to see you shoot your load in his arse. I told him I need to fuck him before I breed Drew. I mounted Drew’s Dad and Steve took my place in Drew’s hole. Steve couldn’t hold back and he shot his load into Drew. I asked his Dad if he wanted to breed Drew next, he said “fuck yeah” I enjoy watching Drew get fucked by his Dad. I gripped his balls tight and soon he shot his load into his Boy. It’s now completely natural and Drew and his Dad are well into fucking each other. I pushed Drew’s Dad onto his belly and mounted him again. I fucked my load deep up his chute, then Drew had a turn and seeded his Dad’s hole, finally Steve went in and dumped a third load. Fuckin hot breeding session. Drew 1 load, his Dad 3 loads.

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.

Never pull out, cum inside good and hard.

tight makes right 😉

I don’t write stories for mainstream appeal. Instead, I write content that caters to my own interests and share it here.

Exactly, what is the good of fuckin if breedin doesnt happen

This was pretty fucking hot. Loved the jock with the precum wet spot. But when the jock was off I just wanted to nurse on all that precum leaking out of that bottom's cock. FUCK! He just flowed. Then seeing the Top breed his hole, followed by his own orgasm. Sexy as fuck.

No it wouldn't, especially with the new generations. They don't have the sense of community that we did, or the generations before us. We played outside until the street lights came on, they didn't do that.

My cum always goes in them no matter what. Breeding is my pleasure everytime i fuck

LOL, don't laugh - hydrogenated coconut oil - doesn't stain your sheets, smells good, cheap, and tastes good too

*Slight Disclaimer*: There is feet fetish involved in this so if you are offended then this is the warning. The Hotel Bear Daddy Well this was a few nights ago I believe. I chatted with someone from out of town. Their pictures looked really cute and they were bearish. They said they were wanting to bottom and suck. I mean that's pretty standard. But what wasn't standard with how direct they were about meeting and soon and stating their intentions. To me nothing is hotter then a man who intends to meet and get together instead of just general but fun compliments or chat. So we agreed to meet in the evening. I was unfortunately running a little late but was happy when I met him at his hotel. We went up to his room. He was a cute bearish/cub man with a nice trimmed beard. This man was all over me when I walked into his room. We both stripped he kissed me, grabbed me, pushed me, pulled me, threw me on the bed, and grabbed my arms and pinned them to the bed. So fucking hot. I loved his passion and his urgent need for sex. He started sucking my hard and leaking cock and damn his mouth felt great. To my surprised he got on top of me and straddled my cock. He took my cock without problem and his hole felt nice and warm. He was more riding me which I was fine with but I wanted to fuck him. I put him on all fours and started fucking him. This was a much better angle for me and I could enjoy fucking his ass. He felt a little tight so I could tell he hasn't been fucked in a while but his hole felt great. To my surprise he wanted to stop for a moment. He put me on my back and spat on his cock and pressed his fat and hard bear cock in my hole. He had a pretty thick and good sized cock that I saw earlier. And fuck I was tight but he pressed in me. He felt so good his cock sinking into my hole. I started to moan and groan with pleasure feeling his cock pumping in and out of me. He fucked me for a good while and then he pulled out of me. He said it was getting a little warm. I agreed and he said he was going to check the AC and turn it on. To my surprise he went to the window of the hotel that overlooked the city below. He got on the couch and bent over. I knew exactly what he was wanting and I was going to deliver. I shoved my cock in him and stared fucking him again. He said that he wanted me to breed him. He did not have to ask twice. I was going to try to enjoy it more but I really wanted to fucking cum. I fucked him faster and harder and pulled out all the way a few times until I buried my cock deep in him and shouted as I shot my load. I was going to stay in him but he pulled off me and put me on the couch on my knees. Oh fuck I knew what he was wanting. He shoved his hard cock in me and started fucking me on the couch. Fuck he felt so damn good. He was hard and thick and I loved him pumping in and out of my ass. He asked if he can breed me and of course I said yes. I heard him shout and felt a huge load flood my ass. He stayed in me for a few moments and then pulled out and I think his cock was still spraying cum. I thanked him and said I need to pee for a moment. When I went to pee a good amount of cum was cumming out of my ass. I tried to keep it in but some came out. I went back to him and thanked him and he said he needed to cum. I asked him "I thought you already came and bred me?". He told me that was just lube. It smelled and looked like cum when it came out. Was he actually being serious that he didn't cum yet or did he want to breed me and fuck me again. Regardless of the reasoning I did not care. I said Yes and he put me on the bed and put my legs around him and pushed his hard dick in me again. His cock felt so good in me and my hole felt a bit looser from getting fucked and from the "not load" he put in me earlier. After he was fucking me for a little bit he said "I'm going to mark you" and he shouted and I felt another load fill me up. He stayed in me for a little bit and then he pulled out. He thanked me and said we can get cleaned up and have a shower. So considerate of him not all men would offer or allow that. He took out his hearing aid and joked and said "Okay now I am completely deaf". I had no idea he was deaf. But thinking about it more I did ask him once or twice to get on his side and he didn't. I took that as either he didn't want to or didn't understand. But now the miscommunication with him breeding me makes a bit more sense too. Or he didn't realize he actually cam. Regardless he was a hot sexy man and I had fun. He turned on the shower for me and he was trying to put the towel on the rack. I told him I can do that and I got it. He misunderstood this and took it as I wanted him to leave the shower. That wasn't the intention but I decided to shower and get cleaned up. Afterwards I thanked him. He said he'll take a shower later but he kissed me one last time. He said he had a lot of fun and wants to see me next time he's in town. He said he'll be in contact and we kissed and hugged one last time and then I left. The Bi Curious Hotel Bear And then onto the next outing. I was potentially going to go somewhere but decided against it. I decided to grab some food because I was hungry. After I ordered food I checked my phone and got a message from a bicurious guy staying at a hotel nearby. He said that he's a curious bear who looking to play before bed. What a hell of intro. Of course I was interested. His picture did not show his face only him in clothes with his cock slightly showing. He said he hasn't had any experience and wants to try a little oral and making out and then see how things go. He was already interested in me and I was interested in him. I had no idea what he'd look like but decided if it wasn't a match then I just wouldn't go through with it. I was more excited and horny and from his messages he was too. So I drove to his hotel immediately. I parked and went to his room number. I was so surprised he looked like a very sexy and stocky bear. He had a thick beard that was partially trimmed. He had a very friendly look on his face too. He welcomed me and my dick was hard. He told me to make myself comfortable so we both undressed. He complimented my jockstrap. He said he was a little nervous and he hasn't done anything with a guy before but he was excited. I told him "I understand completely. I put my hand on his arm and said we'll have fun." To my surprise he grabbed me and started making out with me. Very passionately and he was also a good kisser. He held my face and explored my body. He had me against the wall and made out with me and then pinned me on the bed. I fucking love how big bear guys/daddies just want to push and pull and throw me around everywhere. No idea if it's because of my size but I'll never get used to it in the best way possible. It feels like what my size and frame was made for kinda. He explored my body and played with my nipples and sucked on them. He went down to my jockstrap and took it off and started stroking and playing with my cock. He took my cock into his mouth and started sucking me and damn he felt great he was messing with my foreskin a little bit too much I told him it's sensitive. I told him not to worry that it's often that it gets to be too sensitive with other guys too. He said he enjoyed it and then he laid down on his back. He pulled me and had me sit on top of him. I lowered my head down and kissed and made out with him. I was feeling so horny that I started licking his face. He was surprised by this but he was moaning and groaning as I did this. I don't think he was expecting this. I licked his beard and his face. He warned me for a moment "Please no biting or marks I have a work assignment tomorrow". I respectfully told him "Don't worry I'll only use my tongue" He smiled at this and was happy and he hugged and embraced me. He told me liked the licks and wasn't expecting it but he said it was sweet and affectionate. I told him "Well there's partially a reason for that." He seemed very interested in this and asked me why. I told him, "Well I'm sort of realizing I'm a pup lately. I said I don't do it with everyone and it doesn't happen with all guys. But when it does I lick their face to show appreciation and affection and sometimes have other pup like behaviors". He told me he can definitely see that and he said I'm very sweet and affectionate. He said no one has ever done that to him before but he really liked it. With that out of the way I was free to continue to show him affection with my tongue. I sucked on his nipples as well and licked them and he was groaning and grunting as I sucked and played with his nipples. I went lower down to his chest and he had a very sexy furry chest. I was licking the fur on his chest and down to his stomach. Then I took got to his cock which was rock hard. I slowly and gently licked and sucked each of his balls. He was loving this from the reactions and sounds he was making. And also his cock bobbing back and forth. I then took his hard bear cock in my mouth and started slowly sucking him. He was groaning and moaning while I was sucking him. He pulled me off his cock and lifted me back on top of him so we could make out some more. He had my ass lowered closer to his raw cock. I was moaning and my ass was getting closer to his cock and at one point my hole was against his cock. I knew he could feel it and he was thrusting a little bit. He lifted me off of him and put me on my side and then got on top of me with me on my back. He leaned down and kissed me more. He lifted my legs and started rimming my ass. Fuck his furry beard and tongue and mouth felt so good against my hole. I kept moaning and twitching my hole while he was rimming me. He stopped rimming and his raw cock was pressing against my hole. He was teasing me while we were making out. I could feel his urgent need and desire and passion to fuck. His cock was starting to press against my hole and I was moaning. He broke away from kissing and looked down at me and asked "Can I fuck you?". I told him yes. That was all he needed. He spat on his cock and my hole and started press his cock against my hole raw. His raw bear cock felt so fucking good as he was pushing into me. I'm glad I had loads from earlier even though I might have pushed some out because he was big and thick. I moaned and grunted as he pushed all the way into me and started pumping his cock in and out of me. I heard him grunt too while he was fucking me. He fucked me for a good while saying how great I felt. I loosened my hole and tightened my hole on his cock a few times. He made out with me while we were fucking and he was also nuzzling my feet. He said "Oh can I come?". And of course my response was yes. He shouted and grunted as I felt his hot load fill my hole. He lowered down to my face and made out for a little bit. He pulled out of me and lay on the bed. I lay next to him and he took his arm and put it around me. We cuddled for a little bit. We also chatted a little I think we might have even dozed off for a moment or two. We also switched between making out a few times. We were both having a lot of fun but he told me that he has to get up early in the morning for work. He said he had a great time and that he'll be back in town at some point too. He said he'll stay in contact with me and wants to see me next time he's in town. He said he loved his first experience with a guy. I really have no idea if he meant that or not but it feels good to hear and regardless I had a great time. When we were getting dressed he asked my status. He realized he probably should have asked that before he fucked me raw. I told him and then he was fine with it. That takes me back so much. Guys fucking and breeding me and asking me afterwards what the status is. I love the sense of urgency in the heat of the moment. We kissed each other goodbye and headed off into the night. The Young Bear Cub Pup Trainer Again Before I saw the Hotel Bi Curious Bear I got a message from the younger or more like my age Dom who I saw a week or so ago and he surprised me by noticing the pup in me and bringing it out more and encouraging it. I've stated this before but not many have done that especially intentionally tried to bring it out. I was so excited to hear from him he asked if I'd be around later and I told him I would. He told me to message him when I'm available. Welp after getting out of the hotel I sent him a message. He responded and said he's ready and I can come on over. So I headed to his place. I went to his place and he was laying down on his bed. I entered and stripped my clothes. He greeted me from his couch and smiled. This man is so casual but he has such a sexy beard and glasses and he looks so dorky I love it about him. But more then anything it's his innate dominate tendencies that also draw me to him. I crawled on the bed with him and started licking and admiring his furry chest and body. He started groaning out. I sucked on his nipples and started licking them slowly and gently. I then worked my tongue down to his cock which was semi hard. I remembered how long and big his cock gets and it was making me nervous but also exciting me. I feel like just that one experience with him made me slightly better at sucking cock and servicing men and that I can learn more. I enjoyed going down on his cock and sucking and servicing him. I tried to go down further. I shouldn't have been surprised but as he was getting harder he placed his hand on my head and starting guiding my mouth and throat down on his hard cock. He held me in place for a moment and told me to be still. I did as he asked and started to fuck my face. I was doing a great job for a moment trying to relax my throat but then I started choking. I had saliva all over my face and my face was teary. He looked down at me and smiled and said "Good puppy". Fuck that word and acknowledgement. I was going to go down on him more to continue to service him but he pulled me off his cock and pulled me to him and kissed me. I kissed back and we made out a little bit. I started licking his face and whimpering. He noticed this and laughed. I started frantically licking both side of his face and licking his ears and his neck. I was scratching his chest a little bit. He said "Good puppy" and kissed me again. He told me "Lick my feet pup". I did not hesitate at all. I don't think I've ever licked his feet before. I started slowly licking his feet and in between his toes. I started sucking on his feet as well. Mostly I was trying to make sure his foot was covered in my saliva. It started off as me licking his feet. But then I started nibbling on his feet and biting them a little. He was groaning and moaning as I was biting them. Then something happened that was completely out of my control. I started growling a little bit. I was biting his feet and clawing at them. I rolled on my back instantly and started pawing at his feet licking them and holding them with one hand and biting and shaking his feet. I was making more unaudible noises too. I was so consumed by whatever was coming over me I did not fully realize what I was doing. I was acting more like a puppy then I have before. I looked up for a moment and saw the man staring down directly at me. He laughed for a moment and smiled at me. It's like I got caught like a deer in headlights and I wasn't sure what to do. So I grabbed his other foot and stared playing with it. I was licking his feet all over while rolling around on the bed on my back and back and forth. And licking and biting his feet and playing. He told me "Good puppy". I was getting into it a little bit too much and one of my legs accidentally knocked over his water glass. I felt so bad when it happened I offered to clean it up but he told me he'll take care of it. he got some napkins and he told me to cover my eyes because the light is bright. I looked like a puppy in shame like I did something bad. I felt like I did. He cleaned it up and kissed me and said I'm a good puppy and to not feel bad about it. I told him I don't know what came over me but I completely lost control and started acting wild. He told me he knows and he loved it. I took a moment to come down from all of that. He got back on the bed and lay down and had his cock pointing straight up. I didn't realize that all this made him rock hard. I went back to servicing his cock. He enjoyed having me deep throat him all the way and then choke on his cock. I was getting better but his cock is very long. Longer then most guy's i've been with. He then told me to suck his balls. I started licking his balls and his crotch. I was also sucking his balls. He raised his ass up a little and I was licking beneath his balls. He lifted his ass a little higher and without realizing it my head was underneath him and I was licking near his hole. He raised himself more and he was basically sitting on my face with his ass. I have not really done this much with guys especially as of recently. But this man's scent and body and charisma. I had my tongue in his ass which was furry and sexy and nose in it. And I was eating and licking his ass. I started up again and started lapping his ass constantly with my tongue. I was also scratching his ass and biting his ass and went back to his legs and rolling around biting his legs. He again looked down and me and laughed and smiled. He then commanded me "Roll over puppy". I rolled over and was on my belly and he got on top of me. He spit on his cock and I spit on my hole and fingered myself for a moment to try and relax and loosen up my hole for this man. I felt his hard raw long thick cock start to press in me. Fuck I yelped out. He told me "That's a good puppy". He started pumping his cock in and out of my hole that had a load from the previous hotel bi curious bear I was with. I wonder if he knew. His long cock felt so good fucking my hole and fucking my loads deeper into me. I was moaning and yelping and whinning and scratching his bed and bitting the pillow. He fucked me for a good while in this position. I kept tightening my hole on his cock and he was loving me. He encouraged me to keep doing this his cock was sliding in and out of my hole so nicely from the previous loads in me. I kept squeezing his cock with my hole and he fucked me faster and harder. He shouted and I felt his huge load fill my hole and mix with the other loads. He stayed on top of me for a moment and then pulled out. He lay on the bed for a moment and then we both got up. He thanked me and said I was a good puppy. I got dressed and I gave him a kiss and we both wished each other a good night. I headed home after that. I almost had another encounter but nothing concrete. I was also tired as hell. I took a well deserved shower and pushed all the loads out of me. Fuck both bears filled my hole. I should have taken a picture or recorded it the loads were fucking hot and felt so hot coming out of me. I was nice and clean after that and slept great with remnants of cum in my hole and knowing that I got to bring out the pup side in me more. What a great fucking night. Especially compared to the previous night I was completely satisfied. Something that I don't always feel or get. Load Count: Loads bred into me 4: I'm going to say that the sexy deaf bear did breed me twice since I felt his load in me the first time and he fucked and bred me a second time. The hotel bi curious daddy bear also fucked and bred me. And the sexy young bearish/cub pup trainer also fucked and bred me. Woof what a fun fucking night. Until next time...

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Most of my girlfriends in my younger days were skinny, but there’s always been something about fat sluts that drew me in, especially the bold, curvy ones with big tits. One of the first girls who let me stick my cock into her pussy as a teen, like really, not just kissing and fondling, was a trashy fat girl from the projects on the other side of town. Down by the little wooded area; we were 13. In 2006, I hit up the local mall to grab a bottle of perfume for my mom’s birthday. A short, curvy blonde with massive tits at the Chanel counter helped me pick out a $100 fragrance. She wasn’t huge, maybe 190 lbs. at 5’3”, but had a pretty face and a killer hourglass figure for her size. Early 30s, clearly single. On a whim, I asked her out. We met at a nearby bar, and things clicked fast. After some drinks, we headed to my place. Everything was smooth, and after a glass of wine, I leaned in and kissed her, feeling the heat between us. Her name was Jenna. I popped open her blouse, her huge tits spilling out, while I slid her shorts aside and started fingering her pussy. Two minutes in, I slid my cock into her wet cunt, and she didn’t mention a condom. She had one of those thick gashes where the inner labia stay hidden unless you spread her outer lips. Five minutes later, she came hard, and I nutted in her. In the weeks that followed, Jenna and I fucked a few times at my place, and then I started visiting her small apartment. One time, when I went down on her, I could taste another man’s cum in her snatch. I’ve always been into fucking pre-filled women—promiscuous sluts or prostitutes who let their Johns go bare and “forgot” to clean up. It got me rock hard. I’m not usually a stalker, but one day I parked across from her apartment in a strip mall lot to see who else was fucking her. In three hours, two guys went in and out of her place. My cock was throbbing, so I called her to ask if I could come over. Sure enough, her pussy was well-used again, but I kept quiet. Over the next few weeks, I learned she was fucking four other guys besides me. One day, I brought up her cum-filled pussy, hinting I was into sluts. To my shock, she denied it all, insisting she wasn’t a slut. We played that game for another three months. Then I suggested we hit a swinger’s club in Tampa, just to watch and grab a drink. She was game, and it was a hit. At first, Jenna was standoffish, sipping at the bar and observing. After three glasses of wine, she was ready to head to a playroom in the back. Four guys fucked her that night, none with a condom. One was old and butt-ugly, but she let him pound her anyway. I played it smart, staying away from other women to show her she was the hottest woman in the club. I just egged on her sluttiness, avoiding any jealousy bullshit on the first night. As soon as we got home, I eagerly licked her dirty cunt clean and fucked her, whispering how much she turned me on. It took three more trips to the club and her taking roughly a dozen bare cocks before she finally admitted, with a shy grin, that she was indeed a slut—or, as she put it, a girl who loved cocks. After six months of my encouragement, Jenna’s confidence soared, and she confessed that getting fucked was her true craving, estimating she’d been with hundreds of men since her teens. I’d found a genuine nymphomaniac. We visited more swinger’s clubs and then Club Hedonism in Jamaica, where she took dozens of cocks over four days, never bothering with condoms. One Friday night, I brought her to the Playhouse in Tampa, a gritty, dark adult theater. I felt uneasy—the place was raw, cheap, and filled with odd characters. Another couple was there: Sharon, a short, heavy, middle-aged woman who let anyone fuck her, no questions asked. I vaguely recalled sticking my cock into her once before during a solo visit. She wasn’t pretty but was a notorious Tampa theater slut wife. They were originally from Jacksonville but came down to Tampa once a month to hit the theaters. Jenna observed for a bit, then bent over a seat, letting at least six guys cum in her. I chatted with Sharon’s husband, and we agreed to hit a bar together. Jenna and Sharon clicked instantly, so we planned to meet again at the theater a month later and head to a motel afterward. Jenna and I talked dirty all the time, fantasizing about her being a full-time fuck slut, taking half a dozen cocks daily and drowning in loads of cum. Jenna was obsessed with cum—swallowing it down or getting it pumped deep into her hole. One day, while visiting relatives in Pennsylvania, we went for a walk and passed a small forest near a high school. A young couple bolted out of the bushes when they saw us coming, clearly high school kids who’d been messing around. We checked out the spot they’d left and found a used condom. I poured the cum into Jenna’s spread-open cunt and fucked her hard while she sucked on the used rubber in her mouth. I was constantly rock-hard thinking about what a filthy cum dump she was. Then, she took the bareback pledge, promising that she would only fuck without condom, and when, for some reason, a guy slid it in with a rubber, she’d try to either pull it off or sabotage it. It was hot, and I was soon hooked on her fat gash. Less than a year into dating, I proposed, and we got married. Jenna moved in with me, and I got her a second cellphone to post ads for her, mostly on Craigslist, which was fine back then. She quickly built a massive following of guys, many of them married, who used her as a cum dump before or after work. We kept a steady list of about 45 men at hand. Fucking married guys got her off hard, knowing they picked her over their wives and would go home to screw their wives’ pussies with her juices still on their dicks. Jenna also met guys at a local motel or, once they were regulars, at our place, fucking them in our bed. She worked part-time, but Tuesdays and Thursdays were whore days—sometimes she took one or two guys, other days up to six. She never charged, but kept a tip jar by the bed. Most guys tossed in something—some just five bucks, others $20, occasionally $50 or $100. It added up. By month’s end, she often matched her job earnings, so she cut work to two days and fucked three days a week. Living in Florida’s heat, she was usually naked at home, answering the door in just flip-flops with her massive tits jiggling as she let men in. I vetted the guys, weeding out weirdos and strict condom users from the start. Jenna wanted men who’d shove their cocks in her pussy and dump their loads right away. As a true cum dump, she wasn’t into long, tender foreplay—she got off on taking load after load. Some guys, like me, loved fucking a pre-filled pussy. For them, we had a system: they’d wait in their car while she had a visitor, then, when the first guy left, she’d stay in bed, legs spread, pussy still dripping. The next guy would come in, drop his pants, and fuck her freshly-filled hole. Some condom users slipped through, though. Weirdly, most insisted on rubbers the first or second time but eventually ditched them. Jenna lied her ass off, telling them she never fucked bare except for them because they were “special.” Total bullshit—she let any cock nut in her, no questions asked. Then, she had several men who were single, and she visited those at home. It made me rock hard knowing that my wife was out there being used, and I couldn’t wait for her to come home with a full pussy. There is something about fucking a freshly-used woman, licking her filled fuck hole clean and sliding your cock in her, knowing that she’d just taken a load from another man. One thing became almost a ritual. When she was out fucking bareback I sat at home and edged until I almost got blue balls. When she came home in the evening from a motel fuck, I would often lay down on the floor while she would squat over me, letting me lick her dirty hole clean, or sometimes, we’d do 69, with her pushing a load into my mouth and I nutting in hers. Jenna became really good at retaining a load up inside her and pushing it out of her fat snatch when she felt my tongue in her. Then, we’d go into the bedroom and fuck. I can normally fuck for hours, but I often was so horny that I just dumped my load into her after a minute. She liked that. For her it was being used as a cum dump. It happened a lot. I ate probably 200-250 cream pies during our marriage. There were months when I didn’t fuck my wife a single time without her having already a load of strange cum in her. Jenna wasn’t entirely free of hang-ups. She’d only do anal when she was completely shitfaced drunk, which wasn’t often. In our decade together, I got to fuck her in the ass maybe eight times, if that. She’d never let strangers near her ass, but we did a DP once, with me in her backdoor. She also was possessive as hell, so I steered clear of other women, except for married or attached cum sluts. Those weren’t a threat. Early on, I regularly banged Sharon, that fat cum dump, but over time we met plenty of other couples where the women were just as cum-hungry. Traveling overseas for work a lot meant we hooked up with some of Europe’s biggest cum dumps, too. Jenna was cool with me fucking them—she didn’t see those women as threats since they were all locked down in relationships. We had some wild times with other couples. One nasty-ass night in LA stands out. We visited Tom and Hayley in Ventura. Hayley was into getting railed by homeless guys—both her pussy and ass. They knew all the local camps in LA. We rolled up, and it got real. Jenna took two homeless cocks bareback in a tent like it was nothing. I fucked her full pussy after, and she squirted. In Berlin, Germany, we met Laura and Phil, a couple with some wild tastes. Laura was obsessed with black cocks and getting whored out to Arab guys, mostly refugees. They were tight with a dude who owned a warehouse next to a refugee shelter in Berlin, where they set up a monthly line-up fuck. Laura would strip naked, sprawl out on a table, and 20-30 Arab, Middle Eastern, and North African guys would line up to fuck her raw. Condoms? Didn’t seem like anyone there had even heard of them. We watched a video of one of these events at their place. One Saturday night, Jenna got her own table next to Laura and took 22 refugee cocks bare—mostly middle-aged dudes, but some looked over 60, others barely out of their teens. These guys weren’t there to make love; they just wanted to dump their loads fast. Nobody lasted more than three minutes. By the end of the night, there were two sticky puddles of cum pooling under the tables. Jenna fucking loved it, so we went back for round two. That second night, I got lucky and slid my cock into Laura’s well-used hole. We hooked up with a fancy-ass couple in Atlanta—Jenny, a slim, fit blonde, maybe 125 lbs., short hair, size 4-6 tops, and her husband. They were theater regulars but always chasing nastier thrills. With them, we hit up a crack house in an Atlanta suburb on a Saturday night. In a dark backroom, there was a nasty mattress where both women lay side by side, taking cock. Unlike Jenna, Jenny was all about anal. Her husband egged guys on to pound her ass, and plenty did. One black dude, skinny as hell—his ass could’ve fit in my hand—had a monster cock, at least 12 inches and thick as a wrist. He went straight for Jen’s asshole. I winced watching him shove it in; her ass was already slick, at least four guys had nutted in it. I thought she’d bail, but she took it like a pro, her tiny frame arching as he dumped his load in her ass. We stumbled out in the early morning after I fucked Jen’s cum-filled, stretched-out asshole—felt like a loose pussy—and her husband banged Jenna. Jenna reckoned she took 25 cocks that night: Black, Latino, white tweakers, you name it. I lost count somewhere. Jenna and I had our share of spats, sometimes over dumb shit. There was her refusal to do anal, of course. The thought of her taking random cocks bare in the ass got me rock hard, and at times, I got pushy about it. It was a mistake, I admit that. I should have respected her boundaries from the start. It wasn’t worth the bad vibes. One fight opened a wild new door for me. She got pissed, saying I didn’t give a fuck about her, pointing out she was taking huge risks being such a slut, always fucking bareback, while I played it safe. Truth was, I wasn’t exactly playing it safe. I was banging the town’s biggest whore—my wife—damn near every day, and I steered clear of other chicks because Jenna had a jealous streak. I would have gladly put my bare cock into some drug hookers or cheating wives. When I did fuck another woman, it was at parties where most were cum dumps, often married or in solid relationships, so Jenna didn’t feel threatened. I shot back that I’d be willing to take bigger risks if I had a pussy. She smirked and said, “Go for it, I’ve always wanted to see my man take a cock.” I was floored. She admitted, kind of sheepishly, that watching guys fuck guys got her wet, and she’d watch some gay porn now and then. That was a shock. Long story short, I half-assed promised I’d try taking a dick up the ass. We started with pegging—her with a strap-on, me on my back. At first, I wasn’t thrilled. She’d stand there, her big tits bouncing, fucking my ass with small dildos while jerking me off. She called it “milking,” and damn, she was good at it. One time, she accidentally hit my prostate with the strap-on’s tip, and I exploded—cum gushing out three times my usual load. We chased that prostate high, but it was hit or miss. Still, I started craving her fucking my ass while milking my cock. The strap-ons got bigger—after a year, I was taking 2-inch-wide, 10-inch-long cocks like a champ. She’d rim me, then pound me while stroking me off, and I got hooked on those prostate orgasms. I hoped she’d forgotten about the adult theater shit, but no such luck. Since I’d promised to try bare, male cock at one, we hit up the Playhouse, which had a gay/bi section and theater. My asshole was lubed and ready. We went to a gloryhole room, and I backed my ass up to the hole while she wanked my cock. Didn’t take long before a decent-sized dick slid into my asshole, no resistance. Jenna got down, sucking me off while I took three bare cocks up the ass. At first, it was her excited eyes that got me going, but the thrill of anonymous, high-risk gay and bi cocks unloading in me made me blow a massive load in her mouth. We switched to the straight section, where Jenna took about six cocks. It was weird knowing I had three loads in my ass. We went home and fucked like crazy. We kept this up, hitting theater gloryholes now and then, and doing the strap-on thing at least weekly. My asshole stretched wider. We’d go to the Playhouse or Fantasyland monthly for straight play—Jenna taking 10-15 cocks through the gloryhole, often squatting over me after, so I could lick her cum-filled pussy clean. Every couple of months, we’d hit the gay section after, where I’d take cocks up the ass while she sucked me off. She fucking loved it, I could tell. She started calling my asshole shit like “man-cunt” and “ass-pussy.” On other weekends, we’d either go to parties or host our own bareback fuck-fests with another couple. Tampa was crawling with cum sluts throwing wild parties back then—Delta Dawn, Redhead in Heat, Phoenix Blaque, Swinging Granny, you name it. The numbers racked up fast. After two years, Jenna had taken 1,000 bare cocks. We only counted the ones that actually fucked her pussy—blowjobs, oral, and hand jobs didn’t make the cut. Even though I never directly messed with a guy, I’d slurped a shit-ton of loads out of my wife’s thick pussy. And through the gloryhole, I probably took over 25 different dicks up my ass during our marriage. It is weird. In the beginning, I hated male cum and I found the taste repulsive, even if it was mixed with pussy juice. Eventually, I got addicted to it and I could not wait for my wife to come home with a strange load up inside her, so I could slurp it out. We caught STDs, too. We had the clap twice, one time Jenna came down with it and I fucked her anyway, and caught it too. The second time it wasn’t quite clear who caught it first. It might have been me after fucking a drug slut. Jenna had Herpes but she likely got it as a teen ago from an ex-boyfriend. She had two breakouts while we were together and we fantasized about STD-spreading, but that’s another story… I never caught it. Like with every good thing, there was an end. Jenna and I split up after a decade of marriage. It wasn’t a nasty divorce, but she had some family stuff that made her want to change her lifestyle. I understand why she did what she did, but I am just unable to be with a woman who is not promiscuous. I accepted it, though, and we got a divorce. I still believe that being married to a cum slut or a prostitute can be extremely fulfilling. They are out there, women like Jenna, but not all are datable or even marriage material. Over the years, I’ve met meth broads, which are great to fuck, dysfunctional stoners, alcoholics, kleptomaniac thieves, and far-gone mad bitches where you have to sleep with one eye open. They can be great for sex but not for a relationship. I also liked to fuck old, used up bitches and ex hookers, like 55+, especially when they still dress like teeny boppers and are sending out the right signals. Knowing that a woman probably has taken thousands of cocks always makes me hard, especially if they don’t even ask for a condom. This tells you that they went bareback all their lives. There are sluts who fuck a lot but only with a rubber. For me, this is a big turn off. I just can’t… After breaking up with Jenna, I’ve travelled to Asia a lot and barebacked Thai hookers, even thinking about a Thai wife at some point. They’d do it, basically whatever you ask for in the lifestyle, but you never know if they are just in it to get hitched to an American or a European. I see a lot of problems in marriages and relationships of friends, colleagues, and relatives. You eventually lose interest in your woman and sex with her becomes more of a burden. You stay together because of kids, money, or society, but face it, eventually you’d rather stick your dick into the cheapest hooker or the dumbest bitch at work instead of your wife. It doesn’t have to be this way. For me, a woman doesn’t have to be pretty, skinny have a perfect body, etc. but it is important that she has a truly dirty mind, truly craves to be s slut, and isn’t just doing it to appease me. Knowing that my wife is a total cock sleeve and a cum toilet for any cock keeps my own cock hard and keeps me sexually interested in her. The problem with cum sluts is to find a good one, one that is crazy enough to let anything with a cock fuck her bare, but is still mentally sane, is not on heavy drugs, and is not a total basket case. And yes, most of those are taken.

We normally did but my ex got preg once. Likely from me though. We did know couples who got off on breeding, though.

We agree. Whew. Glad we established that. Got it. Sort of an example. i quit my Hulu streaming service when Jimmy Kimmel was "indefinitely suspended." Apparently lots of other people did too, "collectively." Though i do not know how we can accurately measure the impact, it appeared to have an impact. This was where i was going earlier in the discussion when i referenced topics, taking a dive into sepsis and healthcare, looking at trust, experts and added a nod to Krishnamurti's assertion: You Are the World. "Where does [one] start in terms of solving a problem?" i think, realistically, it always starts with ones own actions. E.g., The question of "organic" labeling grew to the point of legislation. As an individual, i'd been an "organic" grower for years prior to that becoming a legislative issue. i promoted and supported that locally and state wide by growing my own food organically, providing organic produce at a local farmers market, participating as a member of a state wide organization that did similar stuff to me as an individual. When it became a national question, i contacted my representatives, signed petitions on legislative definition of "organic." While problem solving starts individually, much of it is more effective collectively. A point i'm making of the "endless trail," is any individual is limited by capacity in how much and in how many things one can be "expert." i used the example of healthcare. We cannot all get 12 years of education to be doctors, and that is only one branch of the complex healthcare tree. Doctors specialize because physiology is vast (infinite), then there's nutrition, pharmaceuticals, physical therapy... ad infinitum. i get sick, i go a doctor. Solving the problem of sickness starts with me, but i'm asking/demanding, relying on, someone else to "fix things for [me]." i think this approach applies, in varying degrees, to a lot of things. Healthcare, plumbing, government... on down "the endless trail." i think it's vital to be engaged as an individual. Honest, caring professionals from the endless list will both praise and bemoan stuff like youtube. On the one hand, it can be very helpful to me as a critical care nurse for a patient to be engaged enough that they have understanding about issues and interventions affecting their individual health. But, it's impossible for that individual to have the collective understanding and expertise of the "complex healthcare tree." So, they extend trust. But to whom? Ultimately, their own self by the choices they make individually who to trust with their issue. It may be the youtube vid vs their primary care doctor. But really, they are trusting their own emotions and rationale. There are trustworthy people, and there are liars and cheats. But there are also unsolvable problems. i saw a recent discussion/interview between HC Richardson and Rep Adam Smith. i found it refreshing to hear an American government member asserting that America needs the humility to be a part of the world community vs being in charge of it. That we cannot 'fix' everything, nor should be necessarily take on that responsibility every time we do. There are problems that cannot be fixed by us as individuals, collectively or by experts. Goes back to (i think need for) things like "grace," "love" ( i think love can more than an emotion, that i can have a very practical, principled side). Because the human condition is, we know and see in part. Ditto "massive topic." i think that there was a time when "conservative" meant "dislike [of] all tax, in general." Both sides of our political parties approve of taxes because both want to spend, the distinctions are where the money is spent and who pays for it. But, at least in current times, the "conservative" assertion of being anti tax is disingenuous at best. i may get crucified for saying this, but there is a secret part of me (no longer secret with this writing lol) that thinks there may be a silver lining to the current administrations slash and burn approach. No, i don't agree with the careless approach, but, on the other hand, when i consider the "massive topic," it is a sort of approach to making it smaller. i say "sort of," because, well, side effects. my point being, in the US history, we've created a "massive topic," that is not easily or simply addressed. The current approach has a lot of "just blow it up" approach to it, which may present opportunities for a do over? Many of our issues are from constant adding with never any subtraction. We run into sustainability issues, while continuing to introduce new and different stuff that costs additional sums. i think we both have a similar sense of right and fairness when it comes to "targeted tax." in my (ignorant, non professional) "do over" scenario, a more simplifies tax system strikes me as more egalitarian. A straight percentage tax on all income. Of course, that means defining "income." If there is a loophole, people will find it. A world where one can choose which group they want to be a member of, and that group (country?) decides how much to charge and for what services and infrastructure. None of that is going to happen, we have to work with what we have, adding snow here and there to the massive snowball, taking away snow here and there. To me Trump and his inner circle (guys like Miller and Vought) are examples of "despot, oligarch and monarch" approach. i think they exist because "we the people" (individually) became too disengaged from those we hired to run and "fix it." my hope is, the current situation will result in more people who "stop and think about that." Would you go into some detail about what you see as "the left [getting] their way previously" that would have resulted in "Trump being in charge of so much more!"

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Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

By now, I was falling head over heels for Karl. He was this total playful stud, all ripped muscle and easy grins, with a cock that could wreck me in the best ways—thick, veined, and always ready. But it was more than that; he was caring, the way he'd brush my hair back after a rough fuck, passionate in how he'd hold me like I was his world. Those eyes of his, deep and hungry, screamed he wanted me forever, no bullshit. When the knock came at 8:30 PM, I was deep in a dream about us—tangled in sheets, his body pinning mine, whispering promises as he filled me slow and deep. I stumbled to the door, groggy and still in my boxers, the remnants of the bathhouse loads crusted between my thighs. Twisting the knob, there stood Karl, smiling that boyish smile, a plastic bag dangling from one hand with takeout containers and a couple of electrolyte drinks. He looked so damn cute in his faded tee and jeans, hair tousled like he'd rushed over, concern softening his sharp features. My heart flipped; I could've dropped to my knees right there in the hallway, yanked his zipper down, and sucked him off until he forgot his own name. 'Hey, you,' he said softly, stepping closer. 'Heard you weren't feeling great. Lukas and Tomas mentioned you bailed on dinner—sounded wiped out. Brought some food and drinks to hydrate you. Mind if I come in? Just wanna check on you.' I nodded, pulling him inside, the door clicking shut behind us. The room smelled like hotel soap and my lingering sweat, but his presence cut through it all. Before I could say a word, I leaned in, cupping his face and crashing our lips together in a deep French kiss—tongues tangling wet and urgent, his stubble scraping my chin as I poured out the ache I'd felt all day. He groaned into my mouth, hands sliding to my waist, pulling me flush against him. We made out like that for minutes, breaths ragged, his cock hardening against my thigh through his jeans. Finally, he broke it, forehead resting on mine. 'Eat first, yeah? I'll grab a quick shower—been a long day.' He pulled out his phone, texting his buddies that he'd be late, something about me not feeling well. My phone buzzed right after: messages from Jax, Tomas, and Lukas, all wishing me to get better by morning. 'Last day and night tomorrow, man—don't miss it. We're heading out early to Calgary the day after.' Jax's was shorter, possessive: 'Rest up. Need you tomorrow.' I smiled faintly, setting it aside as Karl headed to the bathroom. I dug into the food—warm pasta and grilled chicken, simple but thoughtful—while the shower ran. By the time I finished, he emerged, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing the V of his abs. 'Forgot my change of clothes in the rush,' he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Mind if I watch the game while you clean up?' I excused myself for a quick rinse, soaping away the day's grime, my ass still tender and slick from the multiple loads. Emerging, I slipped into my high booty shorts—snug against my cheeks, riding up just enough—and a soft capri tee that hugged my chest. Curling up next to him on the couch, I poured us glasses of wine from the minibar, handing him one. His arm draped over my shoulders, pulling me close, the heat of his skin seeping through the towel. Karl set his glass down after a sip, turning serious, those eyes locking on mine. 'Listen, I need to talk. About us. These past days... you've got me twisted up. I want you—more than just fucks. I want to be your guy, wake up to you every morning, build something real.' His voice cracked a little, vulnerability cracking his stud facade. I swallowed, heart pounding. 'Karl, I feel it too. Falling for you hard. But... after my husband died in that ski accident last year, I'm not sure I'm ready. The grief hits random, y'know? Doesn't mean I don't want this—want you.' We talked deep then, about his HIV status—unmedicated like the others, a choice during their med break for that raw freedom, no barriers. 'It's risky,' he admitted, thumb tracing my hand. 'But with you, it feels right.' I opened up about my motivation to convert, the pull toward him. 'No regrets if it's you breeding me, Karl. If your seed takes root in me, impregnates my soul like that... I'd carry it proud.' The air thickened, emotions swirling as we leaned in again, making out slow on the couch—lips soft at first, then hungry, tongues exploring like we were mapping each other's hearts. His hands roamed under my tee, finding my nipples—toned but a bit flabby from life, pointed and sensitive. He pinched one gently, rolling it between fingers, then sucked the other through the fabric, teeth grazing until I arched, moaning into his mouth. 'Love these,' he murmured, voice husky. 'Perfect for me to play with.' We consummated it all right there, feelings spilling into steamy need. He untied the towel, his cock springing free—thick and heavy, already leaking precum. I shoved my shorts down, ass exposed as I straddled him, grinding my hole against his shaft. 'Take me,' I whispered, emotional weight making it tender. He slicked us with spit, guiding the head to my rim—still loose from earlier but clenching for him. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, our eyes locked as he filled me, stretching walls that welcomed him home. 'Fuck, you're mine,' he breathed, hands on my hips. I rode him steady, rolling my hips to take him deep, prostate sparking with each drop. His mouth latched onto my nipples again—sucking hard, biting just enough to sting, sending jolts straight to my cock. We kissed through it, breaths mingling, his thrusts meeting mine from below—passionate, not rushed, like he was claiming my heart with every slide. Sweat beaded on his chest, muscles flexing as he gripped my ass, spreading cheeks to drive deeper. 'Feel that? That's me in you, forever,' he groaned, emotional edge sharpening the heat. I came first, untouched, cum spurting across his abs in thick ropes, hole spasming around him. He followed seconds later, unloading raw—hot jets flooding my guts, unmedicated seed marking me as his. We clung, panting, foreheads together, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. But we weren't done. He carried me to the bed, laying me on my back, legs over his shoulders. Foreplay built emotional steam—kissing down my neck, lavishing my nipples with tongue and teeth until they throbbed red. He ate my ass next, lapping his own cum from my hole, tongue fucking deep while fingering my prostate. 'Taste us,' he said, sharing the flavor in a messy kiss. Sliding back in missionary, he fucked with long, deliberate strokes—hitting every spot, our bodies slick and synced. 'Love you,' he confessed mid-thrust, voice breaking. I wrapped legs around him, pulling him closer, cumming again as he bred me second time—cum mixing, overflowing to soak the sheets. We held each other after, whispering about futures, his hand stroking my hair. Third round hit after a breather, wine forgotten. On our sides, spooning tight, he entered from behind—lazy at first, hand jerking my cock in rhythm. Nipples got twisted again, his free hand pinching while he nipped my ear. 'Can't get enough of you,' he murmured, thrusts building to urgent, prostate hammered relentlessly. Poppers from his pocket intensified it—inhale shared, rush making me clench and buck. I shot across his fist, dry orgasm ripping through, as he pumped his third load deep, stirring the mess inside me. By the fourth, we were animals wrapped in love—me on all fours, him mounting prone, weight pressing me into the mattress. He railed hard, balls slapping my taint, one hand fisting my hair gently, the other abusing my nipples. 'All mine,' he growled, emotional possessiveness fueling the steam. I pushed back, ass devouring him, cumming one last time—waves crashing as he flooded me final, thick spurts sealing the night. Completely drained, bodies trembling, I curled into his manly frame—chest hair tickling my back, arm banded around my waist. Drifting into deep sleep, all I could think was Karl, his love wrapping me tighter than any fuck. Tomorrow was our last day together, bittersweet; I had to head home that night, but for now, in his arms, it felt like forever.

True cockworship pig bottom here, live for serving men of all races but there's something about the Black Top + whiteboy bottom dynamic that feels so right. I shared that with my Black Tops and they want me to dedicate my mouth and ass exclusively to Black Men to use and enjoy my obsessive love of Black cock piss and cum. Grateful to be co-owned by 3 of my regular Black Tops and they're inviting others to join our thing.

It was a slow Tuesday night at the Hollywood adult theater in Lake City. Just a handful of guys, none of whom wanted to stick their dick in my mouth. That was unfortunate. I really wanted to take a lovely prick in my mouth, nurse to a full erection and enjoy the taste of semen filling my mouth. I love sucking dick and I'm good at it. Too bad the closet cases and "straight" guys infesting the theater wouldn't let me show them a good time. I was sitting in the gay room alone, idly stroking my cock and watching a pretty boy take a rough raw fucking from a big dicked black guy. I envied the kid. I didn't have the guts to bareback and take loads like I really wanted to. I'd only had two raw cocks cream my ass, and that was only because I was really drunk. Both times I'd been anxious for months afterwards, until I tested negative. That didn't stop me from jerking off remembering the feel of a bare cock in me, the intensely arousing knowledge that the cock was spewing cum in my ass, the feel of it oozing out of my butt and the taste of it when I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. Ah well, I hadn't been drinking that Tuesday night and would content myself to sucking and swallowing. Now, if some faggot would just allow me do that. The door to the theater slammed and few minutes later a middle-aged white guy walked in the room and looked around a bit and left. Figures, goes directly to the gay room, sees a queer with his cock out and leaves. Oh, well. Not long after that the guy came back and looked at me. He stepped directly in front of me, unzipped and took his cock out. I took my glasses off and licked my lips and he stepped forward and stuck his very nice uncut, soft dick in my mouth. At last, a fag who knows what he wants! I lovingly worshipped his prick. I love uncut cocks, especially when they're soft as they slide in my mouth. I love slipping my tongue under the foreskin and licking the head, enjoying the distinct tastes uncut guys get when they aren't too scrupulous about washing. Before long I had him fully hard, a lovely seven inches of moderately thick meat. Unfortunately he pulled out and walked away, stroking his length. Ah, shit! Tease me and walk off. Just my luck. I had just about just about decided to jerk off to the video when the guy came back and stuck his dick in my mouth again. I nursed him again and was starting to taste precum when he pulled out and sat down next to me. He turned his head to me and leaned forward. I did the same and he kissed me aggressively. I returned the kiss eagerly. I love making out with tops when they're as good at it as this guy was. He murmured in my ear "I want fuck you your ass." "Mmm, that would fun. What's your HIV status?" "I'm negative, tested last week." "Great. Use a condom." "Absolutely." He stood up, took a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on his cock. I checked and it was lubed. I stood up and assumed the position, bent over a chair back. "Let me open you up a little." A lubed finger slid in me and worked my ass, then another. He was a little rough and it hurt a little. He rubbed a thick lube in me and got me ready. Fingers pulled out, I felt the condom covered dick rub my asshole and shoved in hard. He was a hard, fast fuck, pounding my ass relentlessly. I was in heaven. He must have screwed me for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, he humped in hard and held. "Breeding you, bitch! Knocking you up!" Those words puzzled me, no man had ever said that when he fucked me. Whatever, it was a great fuck. My ass was thoroughly reamed out. He pulled out of me and I sat down. He had pulled tissues out and was pulling the condom off his cock. I motioned to him and he stuck his wet cock in my mouth. I carefully licked and sucked him clean, enjoying the taste. Odd though, there was a tangy, greasy edge to it that I'd never tasted before. He leaned down and kissed me, smiling. "Thanks for a great fuck. Welcome to the club." He wrapped the condom with a tissue, dropped them in a nearby trash can and left. I sat with a pleasantly sore ass, puzzling over his last remark. Surely he could tell I had had dicks in my ass before. One of the guys who had watched me get fucked sat down and took my dick in his hands. Mmm, good. I'd love a blowjob or handjob while enjoying that freshly fucked feeling. We made out while we played with each other's cock. He was was large and hard and oozing precum. After a few minutes he broke off and whispered to me. "Do you know that guy?" "No, never saw him before. Why?" Do you know your HIV status? He's poz." The bottom dropped out of my stomach. He had lied to me. Never the less I responded "I'm neg, but that's ok, he used a condom." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I saw him put it on, felt it when he was in my ass and saw him take it off and throw it in that trash can" pointing to the receptacle in which I had seen the top drop the condom and tissues. The guy reached over and gingerly fished out the tissues and condom, handed the wad of crumpled tissues to me saying simply "Check it." I unwrapped the tissues and looked. The condom was broken and bunched up. I felt the condom and felt what I thought was vaseline, then stood up and looked at the seat of the chair. There was a puddle there. I wiped some up and sniffed. Semen. The guy had doctored the rubber and shot a poz load in my ass. "Fuck. He shot in my ass." "Yeah. I thought as much. He's famous for stealthing guys." "How do you know he's poz?" "He told me. I'm poz too. He's fucked me before. I wish I'd had a chance to tell you. When he fingered your ass did it hurt?" "Yeah, it did. Usually I open really easy, with no pain. His nails were probably a little too long." "That was no accident. He was prepping you for his load. Scratching your asshole and rectum so you'd bleed and be more likely to get infected. I'm sorry, but my guess is that the virus is already in your bloodstream." "What can I do?" "Not much. Stock up on soup and electrolyte drinks. If you get the flu in the next few weeks it means you're infected. Go get tested later." I was sick to my stomach. I'd just been infected with HIV. My dick, however, was rock hard for the first time that evening. The guy next to me stroked my cock. "Odd reaction to getting stealthed." I was breathing hard. I realized that taking a poz load and almost surely getting infected had turned me on more than I'd been in ages. The hand on my cock felt great and I was about to shoot. I kissed the guy next to me and whispered to him "Fuck me and shoot another load of poz cum in me." My cock erupted when I said that. I really meant it. I was free. N o need to use condoms ever again or refuse any man's cock and cum. I was infected with HIV and didn't care if I got other diseases. "I'm really turned on watching you getting fucked and infected. I'd love to fuck your sloppy hole and make it a sure thing. Are you sure?" He held his hand to my mouth and I licked my last neg load from his fingers. I stood up, bent down, and licked the puddle of cum off the seat and tasted semen, assjuice and the coppery taste of blood. Infected, for sure. "Yes, do it. Make sure I'm knocked up." I bent over the back of the chair, reached back and spread my ass cheeks. The oozing head of his infected cock rubbed my asshole and he shoved in hard. My cock was rigid again, although usually it took a while to recover. I was so turned on knowing I had a dirty cock in me and was about to knowingly take dirty cum. He rammed his dick in me, fucking me as hard as the other guy had done earlier. I was in heaven, free at last to glory in pure faggot sex with no worries about anything but pleasing the cock in my ass. He hammered in and shuddered. I could feel his cock jerk and twitch and felt warm wetness in my guts. He moaned in my ear. "Pozzing your ass faggot! Fuckin' infecting you!" My cock twitched and I squirted my soon-to-be dirty cum onto the floor. One of the guys watching bent down and licked it up. My cock stayed hard. The guy rose from the floor, pulled a chair in front of me and bent over it. I stepped up and slid my newly infected cock in his ass. I wonder if he'd heard what the second poz guy had said to me and wondered if he cared. The guy was wet and I'd seen cum oozing out of him. I reveled in the feel of his slick asshole and the knowledge that my cock was bathed in strange cum. In spite of having shot two loads in a few minutes I emptied my balls in him quickly. I stayed in, enjoying the feel of his tight butt on my hard cock. Something nuzzled my well used asshole. I looked around and saw the first guy who'd fucked poz cum into me. He slid into my ass and whispered in my ear "How does it feel to be Another Infected Dicksucker, Son?"

My current collection... the black one at the far right is still not conquered, but after that I need an upgrade... sadly, some of them have just become to small to fill me up.

(The following may read like fiction, but I can assure you it’s all true) It’s always been a fantasy when you see your friend has a hot partner or boyfriend…thinking about what you’d like to do to them. Well, I got the opportunity recently and it was magical. This wasn’t cheating as everyone knew about it but never thought it would actually happen. Fast forward so many months later and one night we’re hanging out alone and having drinks. Just me and my friend’s boyfriend. I have a big thick cock and he’s always been curious about it. One thing leads to another along with several drinks later and he’s taking my pants off. Feeling his mouth engulf my cock was amazing. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head with pleasure. He’s a good little cocksucker because he swallowed me down to my balls like a pro. Not much gag reflex on that one which is heaven. We were naked at this point and I put him on his back to play with his cock. As I inched closer to him I used my knees to spread his legs open and he also did so on his own like it was instinctual. I saw his hole for the first time and it’s fucking perfectly puckered and moderately hairy which is my favorite. I spit on my hand and ran it over his hole while hearing a gasp slip from his mouth. I looked him in the eye and slipped a finger inside him. Again, he instinctively pulls his knees to his chest giving me the best view of his hole. He moans again as my finger is slipping in and out. My cock still wet and dripping with his slobber, I quickly take my cock and slap it on his hole. He looked at me while his eyes got really wide and without actually saying anything, began to plead with me to fuck him. Now we never talked about condoms and in that moment I didn’t care one bit. He didn’t seem to put up a fight either. I knew he was a dirty whore at heart and wanted to get fucked like one. I lined my big cock head up with his hole and began to apply slight pressure and push in. He moaned like a little bitch while also grabbing my hips and trying to pull me in closer to him. He looked me in my eye and said “go slow. You’re so much bigger than any cock I’ve taken before.” That made me so fucking horny. I saw a bead of precum form and begin to drip from the tip of my cock. I wiped it onto his hole for some extra lube and continued to try and enter my friend’s boyfriend for the first time. The tip of my cock popped in and slowly I inched my head in and stopped so he could adjust as he moaned louder. I tossed his legs over my shoulders and got really close to him. Pressing our faces together and making serious eye contact with him. “Fuuuck. You have such a tight little hole. It’s gripping my cock head so hard!” I grunted at him. His mouth was open and he looked dazed as he whispered out “yeah”. It’s all he could do as I stretched him open more than any other man had before including his own boyfriend. I began to inch more of my shaft inside and he tried to relax his hole and said “oh my god, yes. I want all of it”. He grabbed my hips and pulled me and my cock in further. “Oh fuck you’re so big!” He let out another gasp. “Good boy” I grunted again in satisfaction as I was getting more of my cock inside his willing hungry hole. Soon enough I was all the way in and my balls were resting up against his. “Fuck yeah, such a good boy taking my entire raw cock inside you”. He made me wait a few moments so he could get used to having me inside him. I flexed my cock and he winced and gasped. I said “you’re not used to such a big and thick cock. You’re going to feel this in your chest”. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and we begin making out for a moment. We break and stare at each other and he says in a loud whisper to me “uhhh I want you to fuck me”. I grinned and said “I’ve wanted to hear you ask me that since I met you!” I started to pull out and then pushed back in. Slowly at first until we built a rhythm. Then I started going at it and really fucking his hole. “Oh yeah daddy, oh my god, oh fuck me. Fuck me!!!” He explained in pleasure as I was now fully pounding his hole. “Oh baby, oh god, that feels so good” he was fully in it now and enjoying himself. His toes curling in the air with each long stroke of my cock in and out of his hole. “I’m precumming so hard inside you right now. I’m fucking filling your hole with precum!” I said between thrusts. He mustered out “you can’t cum inside me”. That took the wind out of my sails even though I suspected as much since he was in a relationship with another man currently”. I told him I would pull out when I got close even though I didn’t want to. I wanted to fuck until I was on the edge and the push in balls deep and flood his guts with my huge load I’d been saving up for him. A few more minutes of fucking his sweet tight little hole and he started telling me he was getting close. He wasn’t even touching his cock! I was going to quite literally fuck the cum out of him. “Ohhh fuck, oh shit, I’m going to cum!!!” He explained as his toes all curled at once. His hole clamped down so tight on my cock as he began shooting ropes of cum into the air and all over his stomach and chest. Meanwhile his extra tight grip on my cock milked me so good while he was cumming I shouted “oh fuck you’re going to make me cum too”. I knew I needed to pull out right now to avoid getting cum inside him but a part of me still didn’t want to. His grip was so tight around my cock that I actually had trouble pulling out because he was still cumming. I reached down to grab the base of my cock to help pull out a little quicker when I felt the first wave of intense orgasm hit me. The first spurt of cum shot out of my cock as I was pulling out. I shot all over his chest, stomach, and it even reached his face because I was so turned on. There was cum on his ass cheeks and on his hole since I pulled out as I was starting to cum. I think some got inside him as well. Our first fuck was forbidden and so intense and the hottest thing I’ve experienced yet. He told me how he thinks about that night when he jerks off and how he wants it again. He wants to do it soon but this time, I want to see if I can unleash and empty my balls inside him like I’ve wanted all along. Let me know if you liked this. I might post about our next adventure. Also please let me know what you think I should do! I think he wants my load but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

It happened all so fast. I try to look back on it often, to remember those feelings. God i need fisted again anyway. Please enjoy its my first time!. I recently broke up with my ex and wanted to get wild. I always wanted to be fisted by him, but he was always to gentle and i even looked at him one time and he looked completely bored. that killed me inside but tonight was a week after he'd moved out, i wanted not just dick, i wanted my hole to be busted up and beaten until it was a quivering mess of cum and lube. I got off work that Friday and went home know it was a 3 day weekend. I really wanted to get wild. I made a choice at that moment as soon as i longed into NKP and Sniffies, my now normal routine for the past week. to see who was on. I had 3 days to blow through and I intended to fuck my way through every single one. I quickly found one guy Damain, 6', 4" slim and toned as fuck, dark black skin, and fucking hung like a horse. his dick was HUGE. I hit him up off sniffies when he put in the global chat looking for someone to get cloudy with. i selected his profiles and saw in his details he was into fisting! we traded a few responses and pics, He asked me if i'd partied, it was my first time i even considered it. But i was looking for a change, something extreme. "No, i've never pnp'd but open to it" i quickly responded. i was nervous as fuck. he said "don't worry, I'll show you, you have to do it in small amount so you don't get addicted "("lies") i thought, i wasn't that naive I watched people pn all the time and read hundreds of stories. but i played along. "Okay, i can be there in 5 minutes. he literally just lived around the corner. I was already cleaned out and ready. he drops the address and i head over, i quickly grab my togo bag with poppers and my heating lube. I love being fucked/fisted with heating lube. It makes me orgasm instantly when i use a lube injector to put it in me and if i time it right with poppers its ungodly. Anyway. i grabbed my stuff and moved to his side door. i quietly knocked and kept checking sniffies for a response to the "i'm here" message i sent when i parked. He opened the door just a crack and gestured me to come in. the hallway was dark, and he grabbed my arm and gently pulled me down the hallway to his room. "I be quiet don't wake my roommates. It was around midnight. we get to his room and its not much, just a mattress a tv on the floor and drug paraphernalia scattered about. take a seat get comfy. he said turning on a light. i quickly started to strip down, but he stopped me, no no, i meant like shoes and you jacket, i don't like when guys give it up so easily, i'm pretty so i'm used to getting whatever i want, i want to work for it." this through me off a bit because i was under the impression we were going to smoke,, and he was going to fist me via our sniffies conversation. But i re-button my sorts and just got comfy, i sat down beside him and he started messing with this brown box thing. "So you never smoked before? not even once?" he said still tinkering with the box. "Nah, kind of looking for something new and I've been interested in a while now. "so you've never seen one of these? He said separating the box. the inside was filled with weed in a metal dish with vent holes. "This allows you to soke and not create as much smoke, more THC is extracted this way. "I wasn't familiar with it but he showed me how to use it. I took a few hits of his weed and it was okay. nothing special i was already stoned from a gummie i ate before we started texting so i was already buzzing. this just enhanced that affect" After that we kinda just chilled for a bit, i made no advanced. none, and kinda pushed him away since thats what he wanted. As we laid their he'd grab my leg and I'd scoot way a bit, it was cat and mouse for a while we watched, i don't even remember on his tv. He then grabbed my neck out of no where. "you still wanna smoke?" he whispered in my ear with his hand still around my neck. he shifted so he was no longer laying beside me and was ow on top of me cowgirl style. "yeah" i mustered. "You want me to fist that ass" he snarled, god this was exhilarating. "yeah" i said again, barely getting air. he released his grip and got up. i could see his dick was now hard as fuck in his pants. easily 8+ inches and thick. "okay so i'm just going to change the piece here. he set it down for a moment and began to strip. he was sexy as fuck abs, you could like cum off liek icing off a cake. He picked the weird wooden bong thing back up. and gestured to me. What your going to do is heat the crystals like this until they form white smoke. now we don't want to burn it just enough to melt and evaporate the crystals. He quickly took a hit, and then blew the smoke down onto his hard cock. The clouds were so fucking smooth. He then offered me the block, i took it and he said "I'll heat it for you, and you just breath in and hold until i say." i did as instructed and waited as he put the torch to the flame, "now" he said and i quickly inhaled. the smoke, he pulled the block away and said hold. i held for a few seconds then released. The taste was very chemically, and bitter but i took a hit of my vape to ride the taste. I didn't feel much at first but then he offered it to me again, I started feeling warm all over my body. nothing extreme, i think he noticed this because we passed it back and for i think 3 times and i was feeling pretty fucking good. "how are you feeling?" he asked after the last hit. "I'm feeling pretty fucking good" i laughed. "Good cause theirs plenty more, but first" he grabbed my hair and pulled me over to his chair he sat back and told me to "suck". I understood. he wanted control but through force. whatever iw as perfectly okay at this point to let this man do whatever he wanted to my body. I started trying to suck his massive dick, he was uncut (my favorite), his big pick head gleamed with drops of precum as i retracted his shaft and stuck my tongue under the foreskin, his moans where my signals , hearing him moan as i tried to deep throat his dick. He stood up and started face fucking me, i was gagging pretty hard so he reached down and grabbed a bottle of poppers. he put some under my nodes and told me to inhale. I took a deep inhale as I'm use to poppers and regularly use popper breathing apparatuses. I held it and , i think i almost met god for a moment. he started really face fucking me until my throat muscles relaxed enough until I felt his dick bed downy throat. i spaced out for a second but as i regained focus, i noticed white clouds bellowing down his stomach hitting me in the face. He was smoking while face fucking me. then he pushed my head of and gave me a kis, or so i thought it was a kiss, no it was a gunshot, he forced his breath into my body carrying the smoke with it. the beautiful fumes filled my longs. he then broke it off, and shoved his dick back down my throat before i could grab a clean grasp of air. i tried to focus but i was fucking flying as the tina in my lungs struggled to be replaced. he faced fucked me hard for what felt like hours but probably on 20 minutes. he was really giving it to me but my throat was closing up again, I wasn't use to taking such large cocks in this hole. He quickly placed the pipe piece at my mouth. "I'll say when you can stop". He stated heating the other end. "now hold". he ushered pulling away. he quickly sat the box down and picked up the poppers. "exhale through your mouth and in through your nose" he said shoving the bottle basically up my nose, i know i was going to have a burn mark now in a day or so, but i didn't care. i exhaled and inhaled through my nose. " Hold. he said quickly recapping the bottle and grabbing my hair again. "Don't fight this just relax," he said pushing his cock into my mouth slower than his usual pace. i wondered what he meant as he faut to open my Thorat back up. we a strong thrust he shoved his cock down to his base. his cum and saliva drenched pubes smeared on my face. i couldn't believe i'd swallowed his cock. I've never done that to any dick before under like 5 inches. he moved very slow from this point. then i felt it, warmth, but running down my Thorat. I could feel his cock pulse. he was pissing down my throat! straight down it. I could believe it. He must of had to really piss because he held tight for a minute. he pulled out and said "okay, now we can fist you." Damain knew that i was just putty in his hands. but as much as i wanted to be fisted, He started playing with my hole and teasing me while i laid prone on his head. He fucked me for maybe 5 minutes and pulled out. " You dirty" he said getting up and walking to his bathroom. I got up confused and worried? i looked back and didn't see anything and quickly got up. he walked out the bathroom and said you can wash up but like don't douche here, go home and come back. Ti was kind of taken aback because if I'm leaving i'm not coming back. "Okay?" i said awkwardly and excused myself to the bathroom. I didn't douche. infact i cleaned up to the best of my ability and walked. out, he immediately went to check the bathroom and started cleaning anyway. really weird, but as he was busy doing that I got dressed. "ight I'm head out" thank you for a good time. He was barely out the bathroom before i was out his bedroom door. I made a beeline to my car and headed home. that wasn't a great experience but it did feel kinda mazing being a whore for his use. I wanted more. That was just Friday night, let me know what you think if i should add the rest of my weekend? it only geTs better.

Chapter 8 ——— Buck ———- I woke to my phone alarm blaring. I reached over and turned it off with a heavy thud. Yesterday had been super busy at the shop!! Saturday’s are always busy but it was crazy last night. I opened the store with Trevor and Jacob as usual. We were almost immediately hit with the lunch rush that lasted till almost 3:00. We had a very brief slow down (which was still steady) till about 4:30. The dinner rush started then and pretty much lasted till after 10 pm. Ant had come in at 1:00, which was an hour early for him, to help out. Lance and Kenny came in at 3:00. We were so busy Trevor and Jacob stayed till almost 9. I told them they could go home at 7:30 but they refused to leave us when we were still so busy. We’d ran out of almost all our prep. It was so bad Ant was doing prep as we needed it. We had to wash and dry dishes several times which wasn’t usual either. When we locked the doors at 11:00 the shop was a wreck. Ant tried to send me home, but I couldn’t leave them with all the work that needed to be done. It took the four of us an hour and a half to get everything cleaned up and back in order so we’d be ready for tomorrow. We only did the prep we had to that night (dough needs time to proof) before we left. Luckily Lance had driven to the shop today so I didn’t have to detour to take him home. It was 1 am before I got home. I feel into my bed still in my clothes and passed out. Luckily I’d remember to set my alarm on my way home or I am not sure I would of woke up before noon. I climbed out of bed and made my way to the shower, stopping at the sink to throw cold water on my face to wake me up. I got my coffee in a travel mug and was out the door by 7:45. There was still a lot to do before we could open today. While Sundays were not near as busy as Friday nights and Saturdays, they were typically the third busiest day of the week. As I made my way to my truck Jacob was walking up my driveway. He was in his scorpion t shirt and had his own travel coffee mug in his hand. He waved at me and showed that bright smile I had come expect from him. Since he moved out on his own 2 weeks ago and got settled in he had been a lot more out going and happy. He wasn’t scheduled to come in till 10 so I was surprised to see him dressed and ready to work. He said he wanted to come in early and help with prep and getting the store ready. I told him he really didn’t have to and he should rest from yesterday but he wouldn’t hear of it. I was too tired to do anything but unlock and open the passenger door for him. First we ran by the market to restock on soda and some vegetables are were out of. Our supply truck wouldn’t get here until Tuesday so we got the essentials to hold us over. We also ran through a drive through for a quick breakfast biscuit. We got to the shop at 8:45 and Jacob helped me unload all the stuff we bought and take it into the shop. He put away all the supplies as I started the prep for the pizza stations. Trevor, who also wasn’t due in till 10:00, showed up at 9:15. Jacob let him in the back and he got to work helping me get everything caught up. Even with all three of us coming in early we still barely had everything done when 11:00 rolled around and we opened the doors. Mercifully the first hour of the shift was relatively calm and we could finish up the last bit of everything. I grabbed the tip jar and cash drawer from yesterday out of the safe along with the drop bag we had to do when the drawer got too full yesterday. The sales report was laying on top of the drawer. I got back to my office and split the tips up into four even piles. Ant was salary and didn’t take tips and I as the owner didn’t take any. The boys were really going to be happy when they got these fat stacks! I put them each in an envelope that had the boys name on it and put it in my drawer. I reviewed the report and was shocked to find yesterday had been our busiest day ever for sales. I doubled checked it in the computer against our sales history and it had beaten our previous record by about 4.5%. I also looked at our sales tracker year to date and we were up a little over 9% for the year with more than 3 months to go. If this kept up it be a record year too. It was rewarding to see all our hard work pay off. Ant and the boys busted there asses and constantly met our shop’s mission of providing the best quality pizza and highest customer service! I decided that if we stayed on track, I’d give them all, including Jayden, a year end bonus and throw a good holiday party to reward them for all their hard work. I got back to counting the drawer and entering all the information into the computer system we used to manage the finances and books. I got the deposit in the bank bag to drop at the after hours box sometime later today. I took the reset cash drawer, the deposit, and the tips to the safe and locked them away for later. I went behind the “warmer wall” after I put the money in the safe to fold some pizza boxes. As I folded I observed Jacob working through the glass doors of the warming racks. Ant had been giving me regular positive feedback on his progression. Kenny had also had rave reviews for him. I knew he and Trevor had become very close. It seemed they acted more like brothers than like they were into each other sexually, like me and Ant. Jacob also seemed to get along really well with everyone else. Ant and the boys welcomed in with wide arms and he seemed join the tight nit group without any issues. I noted as I watched he really was doing a great job. He had the system down pat. His customer service skills were fantastic. He was really turning into a fantastic hire. I decided on the spot I needed to go ahead and challenge him a little more. I walked over to Trevor, who was at the ovens waiting to take out a couple pizzas. His bulking frame making the pizza peel look small. “So, how would you feel about working the front for a few hours today?” I asked him as I stood beside him putting my hand in his shoulder. While Trevor mostly worked the kitchen and was the best pizza maker of all the guys, probably as good as me even, he knew how to work every spot in the store. I had no concerns with him running the front. “Oh, I mean I can. Why? Is something wrong with Jacob?” His face immediately flushed with concern. “No no, don’t get excited. He is fine and has really been excelling. I wanted to try him on the pizza station just to see how he will do with it.” I said with a sly smile. Most guys really seemed to excel at one side or the other. While all the boys were cross trained on the pizza station and the register most had a strong preference and aptitude for one over the other. It was also hilarious to see a person making pizzas for the first time. “Oh you want to pop his pizza making cherry?? And you won’t let me?? I love Jac but he is going to make a mess!! It’s gonna be epic!” He said with a goofy smile in his face. ”No, I want to pop that cherry.” I laughed using hah own terminology. “I will let you do his next training session. Now tell me where you are with the orders and then you and switch with Jacob.” Trevor chuckled and then took me to the order screen to get me up to speed. He walked to the front whistling. ———- Jacob ————- I had just finished helping Mr. Rast when Trev came around the warming shelves. He had a smile in his face and was whistling some silly tune as he watched me finish up. He waved bye to our customer as he left. “Ok little bro, Scorpion Daddy needs you in the back. I will cover up here.” He said in his deep voice. I thought I saw a laugh in his eyes but I couldn’t be sure. “What does he want? Am I in trouble?” I asked as I started to move toward Trev to get around him to the back. “You will see little bro. I promise he doesn’t bite, well at least not too hard.” He said winking at me and then going to the counter to great another of our regulars that had just walked in. I was a little concerned. I mean I pretty sure I hadn’t done anything wrong. Trev wouldn’t be whistling and goading me if I was in trouble would he? No, he isn’t like that. As I came around the corner I found Buck at the pizza cutting station putting two pizzas fresh out of the oven in boxes. He looked up and saw me, flashing his sexy smile. “You see that apron hanging over there? Put it in then wash your hands good. Hot water and soap, sing your abcs as you wash. Then come and help me with this.” He said as he pointed his chin at the wall by the ovens. I hurried to the wall and slipped on the apron. It was red with the shop’s red and black scorpion on it that laid right on the center of my chest when I put it on. I washed my hands thoroughly and then dried them with the disposable towels by the sink. “What do you need me to do?” I asked as I hurried beside him. “Watch me cut this pizza. Pay attention you are doing the other one.” He said as he took the sharp pizza cutter to the steaming hot pizza. He closed the box, put the order sticker on it and put it to the side. He moved to the side and handed me the cutter. I took it in my hand and nervously lowered it to the pizza, but chickened out at the last minute. “What if I mess it up?” I said looking at Buck. “You won’t mess it up, but here let me help.” He said as he came behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and guided my arms into position. He corrected my stance slightly and used his big warm hands to guide me through cutting the pizza. It wasn’t till after i’d closed the box that I realized my crush had been behind me, his body pressing up against mine. His warmth and smell enveloping me. He stepped back and allowed me to put the second order sticker and the box. He then took me to the warming shelves and showed me how to assign the pizzas to their drawer so that Trev would know where it was when the customer picked their order up. “Ok, you ready to learn how to make one of these bad boys?” He asked me with a smile that seems to boarded between sinister and a laugh. ”Mmm well I am think so.” I said, after all I had made all the meals when I lived with Mom and Ralph. I corrected my statement with more certainty in my voice. “Yes, I can do it!” ”Alright, so first quick tour of the kitchen. Then the pizza station and how the order system works back here. Then the fun… the dough and the pizza!” He gleamed at me. He showed me where everything I would need was. Explained the ovens to me, and then took me to the pizza station. We had 7 pizzas on the screen to be made which seemed like a lot to me. Buck didn’t seem bothered by it. He took his time as he explained the system and how to read it and then update the order status from preparing to cooking to boxing. Then we moved to the table where he handed me a dough ball. He again got behind me his arms around me guiding me how to work the dough. How to manipulate it into the shape and size we wanted. His body warming my back. His grip firm but not to the point it hurt. He used his hips to move me the way needed to get the dough worked out. The whole time I swore I felt a long hard shaft laying against my but. The thought and Bucks close proximity made me hard as a rock. I was thankful I had wore my tighter boxer briefs to work. It was keeping my raging hard on relatively hidden. Buck moved from behind me and then picked up the ladle in the pizza sauce. He showed me how to dip it and spread it on the pizza. Next was the toppings, which Buck did deftly not even bothering to look at the screen or the chart on the wall in front of the table that listed all the ingredients for each pizza along with the amounts that should go on them. He took me to the ovens, the pizza on the peel, and showed me how to put it into the oven and the peel out without messing up the pizza. He also explained the system we used to rotate where the pizzas went in the oven so the cooking stone didn’t get too cold from over use. We went back to the pizza station and Buck had me up date the system. When I changed it to cooking a timer popped up. Buck explained that helped new people know when the pizza should be done and to go check it. He then gave me another ball of dough and told me to roll it out. In the time it took me to roll out the one pizza Buck had had 2 rolled out, covered with toppings, and ready to go to the oven. I took one and he took the other. I got mine in the over without any major issue which was astounding to me. We went back and I updated the order in the system. I stretched a few more pizza getting better and quicker with each. That’s when Buck decided it was time I took some of the orders, which were up to 10 pizzas now. Buck didn’t seem fazed by the increasing volume. We worked side by side on the line making pizzas as the orders started to roll in. A little before 1 Ant came in and started to help. He took over the removing the pizzas from the ovens and the boxing and cutting. Trevor seemed to be having no problems running the front on his own. As we worked side by side in a station meant for one we were constantly in each other’s space. Brushing arms, Buck sliding behind me, his crotch barely touching my ass, his hand on the small of my back as he’d move me out of the way when he needed to. A few times one of his hands landed on one of my cheeks, missing his aim for my back, but he’d still just gently move me aside. Needless to say I was bricked up the whole time!! Even though I grew faster and more confident as we worked, it seemed for every one pizza I did Buck had to do of done 3 or 4. He was a pizza making machine. He only briefly looked at the orders, never looked at the make chart on the wall, knew when a pizza should come out of the oven without looking at the system’s timer, and could tell by a glance from across the room if a pizza was done when I’d go to check. He really was at home in the kitchen. When we really started to get busy, Buck had me move to just stretching dough on the peels for him so it be ready when he moved from pizza to pizza. He’d make slight adjustments as he took each fresh peel then bang out a the pizza. He kept me in the back through the entire lunch rush. It was nothing like yesterday but it was pretty busy. Even with me fumbling as his assistant he didn’t burn a single pizza, mess up a single order, or get behind on any of the pizzas pick up times. As it slowed down around 2:00 he told me to make the shop pizza for everyone one. I made a large meat lovers pizza, which was Trev’s favorite. He sent me on break and when I got back at 2:45 he had me work the line by myself. Buck ran the bank deposit while Ant covered the front so Trevor could have his break. Trev spent his break sitting on a stood by the spare pizza station talking to me as I worked. It was slow by our standards but I managed to just be keep up with the orders. But I was keeping up and wasn’t making many mistakes and none that were unfixable. I was making my times. When Trev came off break he took over the pizza station. He gave me a fist bump and told me I rocked it. While I think he was being generous I felt proud I was able to keep up and it felt good to continue to learn and grow in the shop. I removed my apron and hung it back up. I washed my hands before going back up front. Ant was working up front which was empty at the moment. He greeted me and also complimented me on a good job. I turned around to bend over to get something from under the shelf and Ant broke out in laughter. “What?? What is it?” I asked wonder what had sent my boss off making him laugh like a hyena. “You have Daddy Scorpion hand prints all over your ass!!” He managed to get out between laughs. I tried to look around and see my but but I the angel wasn’t doing it. Buck walked in the shop’s front door to see me going in a circle chasing my imaginary tail, Ant doubled over with laughter and wheezing, and Trev standing at the corner of the warming shelves chuckling at us both. ”What in the world is going on in here?” Buck asked bewildered but amused. “Looks like you marked Jac’s ass with your flour hand prints there Daddy Scorpion.” Trev said being no help to the situation. Ant continued to laugh his butt off. ”Well that happens when you work in close quarters. Meet me by the cut station Jacob. You two get back to work.” Buck meet me a minutes later and turned me around to inspect my butt. He whistled when he saw my backside. “Yea it does seem like I got you good.” He said with a click of his teeth. He dampened a towel, turned be away from him and squatted down behind me. He proceeded to use the towel to get most of the flour off my butt and lower back. I pretty sure he squeezed my cheeks more than necessary but I wasn’t going to complain. When he stood up I saw his dick bulging down his right leg. He didn’t seem to even acknowledge it so I decided that I wouldn’t either, at least for now. He sent be up front again. At 4:30 Lane and Kenny arrived for their shift. Ant sent Trevor and me home around 5:00 after giving us our tips from yesterday and today. We offered to stay in case the dinner rush got busy but Ant wouldn’t hear of it after our long day yesterday and early morning today. He even managed to get Buck to agree (begrudgingly) to go home. We parted with Trevor in the parking. Buck and I climbed into the truck. Buck started it up and started out of the parking lot. As we drove I reflected on my time since I started working for Scorpion Pizza a little over a month ago. I was making good money, had got my own apartment, made a good group of very close friends that were more like family, and loved working for Ant and Buck. I also recently come to suspect Buck might be interested in me outside the bios/employee dynamic. Today with his roaming hands, his stiff dick against my ass, his blatant bulge after he cleaned the flour off my ass all confirmed my suspicions. Now I just needed to figure out how to make a move. —————————— No sex in this chapter but I pretty sure we all have an idea of what’s going to happen next so I wanted to take time to really set that up. Plus I didn’t want to let the chapter go on too long. I will get the next chapter up soon, I don’t want to leave you all hanging. 😈 As usual thank you all for the reactions, kind comments, suggestions, and private messages. I do love talking with you all. I have a list of the other 5 pozzing stories I have written on here. If you are interested just message me. Thanks again!

an old regular i haven't heard from in a while contact me last night and he came over and i sprayed a much overdue load up his guts. we hung out for a little bit afterwards while my balls filled back up until he asked if i'd be cool with him going and getting another load and bringing it back for me to fuck again. so he went and got loaded up again and then i fucked his cum soaked guts again. was incredibly hot sharing a bottom with another random top in the night.

Pet the kitty

I cleaned myself up the best I could, Harold filled me up with such a big load I was freaked out but now more turned on by the feeling of his cum in my ass and I didn’t let any of it out since that was what he wanted. I sure didn’t want to upset him, he had the picture of me in his bathroom and I sure didn’t want anyone else to know about this so I had to keep Harold happy. Making him feel good and letting him fuck me was really hot, and thinking about how it all played out and replaying it over in my head had started to get me horny again. I wanted to be safe, but I enjoyed making men happy. I liked having Frank’s and Harold’s cum in my ass, it meant I pleasured them and made them feel good enough to dump their load inside of me. I just wanted to make them feel good and make them cum, without having to get their load inside of me so I could be safe but… I am glad they liked fucking me. This just cannot happen again, I need to be more careful when playing with guys… I gathered myself after a bit of daydreaming and got out of the bathroom. Vivian asked me questions until I had to excuse myself from how uneasy I felt trying to pretend I was sick but Harold gave me a knowing smile when I excused myself to the guest bedroom. My parents finally came back from their own party they attended, they talked to me when they were done speaking to our hosts and I reiterated what was said about my “sickness” and how I may have had a bit too much to drink but I was fine, I enjoyed myself and made random comments about the shed party, trying my best to cover the fact I spent about half of my night getting stuffed with cock from friends of the family. After everyone went to bed, I remembered hearing Harold saying to my dad that a couple of the guys were left up in the shed still, dad had made a remark about not being as young as he used to be and told Harold he was going to go to bed but for them to enjoy and have another drink for him! Harold excused himself from the house when Vivian bid him goodnight, and he told her he would be quiet when he came in as to not wake anyone. I thought nothing of it until I was just drifting off to sleep, it must have been close to 4 am when I was immediately awoke by someone shaking me by the shoulder with one hand gently and grabbing my ass with the other. Me: huh, what’s going on? Harold: Ssssshhhh! You don’t want to wake anyone up do you? Keep quiet, get your clothes and shoes on and come with me. Puzzled, I wasn’t sure what was going on but did as he asked and followed him out of the house, and back up towards the shed. Me: why did you wake me up? where are we going? Harold: Back to the shed boy… I have a couple friends who want to meet you. Me: What? Please tell me this isn’t going to be some kind of twisted trick being played on me… Harold: Not at all, judging by how much you like cock this should be fun for you. Don’t make a scene, and do not disappoint me. Anything I ask you to do you do. Understand me? I will not ask you to do anything that you do not want to do, but be sure you follow my orders and everything will be ok. Me: What do you have planned? Harold: You will see boy. I hope your hole still has my cum in there. You keep it all in for me like I asked? Me: Yes… a bit leaked out but I held the rest in my ass… why? Harold: Excellent, a bit is not a big deal… that is necessary for what I have planned. We approached the shed doors, it was quiet now and the music was off. The lights were still on though and I could faintly hear voices inside. Harold opened up the door and stepped in, I followed behind and realized that the place was mostly empty now, with only a few guys sitting around a table talking and having drinks. Right away I recognized 2 of the guys, there were three men sitting by a round table and one was Frank! My face flushed as I made eye contact with him, and he smirked at me. The guy sitting next to him was one of the men he was with earlier, named Brett. The last man sitting down looked like a mountain of a man, he was huge with a big grey beard and a big round belly. He looked taller then everyone in the room, even when he was sitting down! He smiled warmly at me and I realized that all eyes were now on me, Harold had brought me in front of these men and I stood before them feeling like a piece of meat. Frank: If it isn’t the chubby little slut! Brett: Hey, be nice to the entertainment. Me: umm, what is all this? Harold: You have met Brett and Frank before, this right here is Lionel. He isn’t married like the two boys over here, but he is a bit older like myself and enjoys a nice hole to breed as well heheh. Lionel: Hello young fellow. My goodness you are quite cute, how about sitting in daddies lap for a while? He sounded so sincere and warm, but when he spread his legs a massive bulging imprint of his cock was visibly outlined in his trousers and despite him being overweight this was still clearly visible, the sight made my face flush even more. Frank: Hell no, we got interrupted a few times and I had him first. I want a go at him again so I can fuck him properly! Brett: The fuck are you talking about, I never even had a crack at him yet and you want em again ya greedy bastard? The men were starting to argue over me like I wasn’t even there, it was really quite odd being fought over like this, I assumed straight guys fought over women like this but it was turning me on just hearing how much they all seemed to want me! I felt like I should have a say in who does what to me, but before I could even advocate for myself Harold spoke up: Harold: Boys! Boys! Everyone is going to get a turn, so no fighting. First things first, Zack is going to come to me, you all can take your pants off so we can get started. Me: wait, what’s happening? Harold: remember what I said about earlier boy? Me: ….yes sir. Harold: Excellent, now be a good slut and come here, lose your pants and bend over, ass facing the boys at the table. I wasn’t sure what was going on exactly but I had a good idea at this point, they were all horny to fuck my fat ass. I just wasn’t sure how this was going to happen yet but I told myself to go with it. At this point, Harold has things in store for me and I have to go along with it if I want to keep myself from getting onto more trouble with my folks or others finding out. I took my pants off and slowly walked over to him, looking over at the table I noticed the guys were all now sitting facing me with their cocks out. Frank was hard already and Brett was soft but had a big smile on his face. Lionel had his cock completely soft as well but it looked much thicker then Brett’s, it looked like a beer can when it was soft. Lionel was cut, unlike everyone else in the room who were uncut, but so far he looked like he had the biggest hog in the room. Harold: Alright, pregame before the main event! As you all know, I fucked this slut before I brought him up here and now you get to see just how much he can take. Zack, bend over and push your ass out and spread your hole open. Show the guys just how sloppy I made you hehe. Me: like… this? I was still a little embarrassed by the blatant sexual show I was putting on display but did as I was told, facing the wall and my ass pointed at the men in the room, I was bent over with my hole now spread wide and I could feel my sphincter opening up a bit from all the fucking earlier. I could only imagine how lewd my butthole looked now. They were all talking about me, all four men ranting and raving about my ass, calling my hole a pussy, and eyeing me bent over like a true whore for them really had me feeling hot and bothered now. Harold: This faggot can take a dick better then most women! Isn’t that right boy? Without giving me time to answer he smacked my ass HARD, so hard that I yelped in surprise from the sudden slap. He did it again and on the second hit he spanked the other ass cheek, getting a moan out of me this time that seemed to cause a stir in the men behind me. Harold: keep that ass hiked up and spread open boy. You guys like the view right? Well it gets even better… watch this. He maneuvered around behind me so I could no longer see what he was doing. For a moment everything was quiet, then I heard a snicker from someone and Harold roughly shoved what felt like his cock into my ass! It was a bit dry on the outside of my hole, so it almost felt like his cock tore my anus when he pushed into me! As soon as he got inside I could feel the cum that was left in my ass squishing around the head of his cock as he pushed in a bit deeper and i moaned again, this time from the sensation of being penetrated once more. I barely had the time to get used to the feeling, as soon as he had put his cock in me he pulled it back out and when it came out, a flood of cum came with it followed by nasty sloppy noises my anus was making from the sheer amount of jizz being ejected from my back passage! Me: A-ahh! Nooo… I was truly embarrassed. My hole was farting cum out, a small river of ejaculate was squirting out of my asshole while 4 men watched in excitement and I felt my face burning hot from the lewd show. Brett: Fuck dude, you dumped a lot in him didn’t ya? Frank: That’s probably some of my kids too hahaha! Jizz splattered all over the floor of the shed, pure white cum was pouring out of me and making a mess on the floor that went largely ignored by everyone, all eyes were latched to my asshole on full display. Just feeling all that cum leaving my body, its silky wetness sliding out of my hole after it was pumped hotly up my chute… I was becoming very turned on by the feeling of it. Harold: Now that you all seen how much he can handle, I don’t want anyone fighting. We are going to share this slutty faggot ass and he is going to do whatever we want and make us all feel good. Isn’t that right buddy? Me: Yes… use me for your pleasure… Harold: Atta boy! Now I think we should start with something fun like musical chairs but with our dick instead of a chair! When I turn off the music, whoever the slut is closest too gets to grab him and pull his ass down on their cock hehe… Lionel: Music thumping at this hour might wake someone or the neighbors… or worse Vivian. Harold: Oh don’t be a spoiled sport Lionel. I’ll turn it down low for us. Frank: We don’t need music do we? I’ll tell him when to sit and when to stand again… Brett: Yeah yeah, good idea. With you in charge no one else will get a turn! They were fighting again. Over who got entrance to my ass. I didn’t think I was ever going to get used to this… I figured at least I could try and help make the situation less difficult for them if I made the decision for them. Me: Hey guys? Look, I don’t care who goes first or last. I do however want to make you all happy… how about we do something fair, everyone picks a toothpick or a straw from the mini bar and whoever gets the longest one gets to go first? I think even Harold was taken aback by me speaking up, every man in the room turned to me and for a split second nobody spoke. Then the calmest one in the room spoke up first: Lionel: I think the boy has a great point. Brett, you’re younger then us. Grab the straws over by the beer cooler and bring em here. Harold: Yeah, good idea Zack. So your good for something else besides warming my cock. He winked at me when he said that. I was starting to really feel like as much as they ribbed me, these men enjoyed my company and were a bit rugged around the edge but just wanted to get off and a nice gay boy like me who really liked making others happy was much better then any women who played hard to get with them. Brett: Ok ya dogs, everyone pick at the same time. On the count of three and then straighten them out on the table so we can see who’s is the longest. The guys counted down, and all pulled straws. Frank got the longest and of course rubbed it in Brett’s face as long as possible before he almost hot a beat down for the arrogant behavior. Brett was the next in line of length, so he went second and Lionel was in last place. Out of all the men, Lionel seemed the most content with his placement and I could tell, he locked eyes with me while frank and harold were talking with brett and I could feel the passion in his eyesight, this man wanted me possessively. Paying attention to the rest of the guys, Harold was barking out rules while the guys were getting their cocks hard and eyeing me up: Harold: Here’s how this is gonna work. No fucking with the faggot or who is fucking him unless your invited to assist. Don’t interrupt the action until it is your turn, everyone gets one and gets to enjoy the fag until they cum in him. When everyone gets a turn each if you want another one go, ask the whore personally. Until everyone is done, nobody leaves. I don’t want someone waking up viv or the neighbors while we are still getting our rocks off. Any questions? Nobody spoke up, they all seemed eager to get this underway and frank was already eye fucking me from 6 feet away. I knew this was my only chance to advocate for myself to play safely since I wasn’t able to before but I wanted to be as safe as possible so I took my chance. Me: I have just one question. Can you guys use a condom? I haven’t been as safe as I wanted to be earlier so it would make me feel better if we could… use protection. Please? Harold: Hahahahaha! You want us to use condoms? The shed erupted into laughter, only Lionel chuckled to himself but the rest were in hysterics at my words. Frank: You were lucky you got me to use one earlier. What do you think this is anyway? Harold: Take it easy frank. All of the men here are married besides Lionel so we know we are safe enough for ya boy… at least I think so. Lionel, how long has it been since you last gave anyone a good time? Lionel was quiet for a brief moment, brett was looking at him impatiently like he was sick of everything and just wanted to get off, I could see the look he was giving the other man across from him. Lionel: It’s been a few years for sure. I used to have quite a few good times with younger boys like himself and with a couple women as well but I always liked fucking boys. They are eager to take my cock and they can’t get pregnant. Most of them don’t ask for a rubber… so I never used them. The few that did ask ended up taking my raw cock at some point… but has been a while indeed. Brett: so you never used condoms at all? Lionel: not once in my life. Me: really?! How many people have you had sex with over the years? Frank: It don’t matter, it’s not like the old fart knows his status anyway, I doubt he has ever been tested for anything! The sound of that was ringing off alarm bells in my head. If he was never tested, how could he know if he was safe or not? He could have something and never know it, passing it along to everyone else he fucks! Lionel: no I was never tested at all… never had any health problems that got me going to get a check up either. So there’s nothing to worry about. As he said that last sentence he looked at me, giving me that warm smile again that made my hole twitch and my cock jump. Harold: See, nothing to worry about. Me: I would feel a lot less nervous about this if I had protection… maybe I could give you guys a blow job instead? That is a bit safer right? Harold: Remember what I told you earlier? Me: yes sir… please… I want to but… Harold: hmph… I thought you might say something like this. So I came prepared. He pulled out a already opened box of condoms, it was a small box and it looked like a brand name I had never seen before. Was this a package of cheap condoms? Harold: I grabbed them earlier. These have been lying around so long who knows if they will hold up? That’s all we got though, so guess what that means? It means your fat ass is going to go over there, put a condom on frank’s cock and your going to sit on it and make him cum. Don’t make me tell you twice, or the condom is optional for him if I have to tell you again. Frank: You heard the man, come here bitch! Harold extended his arm and I took a condom from the box, opened it up and slid it down the shaft of frank’s uncut cock. It mostly fit, but felt like it was something made from the dollar store. Me: Ok, you’re good. Im ready. I turned my back to him so he was facing my ass and braced myself, leaning on the table and jutting my ass out for him so he had better access to my hole and lowered myself down. Frank: Fuck yeah Zack, that’s it. He cooed sweet nothings at me while I started riding his dick and the guys were all idly chatting about the scandalous act before them, stroking but mostly watching us fuck and waiting their turns. His cock wrapped in a condom still felt really good in me and I was starting to really get into it, bouncing away and moaning a bit on each deep thrust before frank looked over at brett and they both smirked at one another, like they had just told each other a sick joke without using words. I was clearly not in on it, as I had no idea what they were planning and while I was sliding my ass back up off frank’s cock, he pushed me slightly but just enough that I almost fell onto the table, when I did his cock popped out of me and I heard Harold laugh. Brett gave Frank a knowing look while I tried to steady myself from the sudden force that caused his penis to exit my body. Harold: Don’t be too rough with him, I don’t want you guys to break anything and I like that table! Frank: The fat slut lost his balance, that’s all. Get your ass back here. He grabbed my hips with one hand and his dick with the other. He didn’t pull me down into his lap right away and when he finally did, I felt his engorged dickhead push me wide open again. Almost immediately I felt what seemed like a snap inside of me, almost like the flick of a rubber band but not too painful. Just enough that I noticed, and when that happened frank took his hand off the shaft of his cock and repositioned it at the other side of my hips before roughly pulling me down onto his lap, fully impaled on his stiff pole. Me: Oh fuck! Brett: The dumb slut seems to be enjoying you stretching his ass out. Frank: Urgh yea, nice and warm and wet inside. Im going to fill him up. I felt his rhythm start to stutter, the occasional growl coming from him as my now loose and sloppy ass clung to his dick on each outward stroke. He was fucking destroying my boy hole but was slowing down for a minute as he caught his breath, and leaned in close to my head before speaking again: Frank: You like me working it nice and deep in you? You already had my cock filling that hungry pussy of yours earlier and my load of cum up inside ya… Tell me how much you love it. Me: Fuck… I want your cock in me, I want to feel you rearrange my guts before you flood the condom in my ass. I was really starting to love the feeling, it felt much better now for some reason after the snapping sensation I felt when frank pushed back in and I started riding him like a bitch in heat trying to milk a load out of his fat nuts. Frank seemed like he was getting ready to cum any second, his grip on my hips was starting to hurt a bit from how rough he was getting. Frank: Your gonna let us fucking nut in that hole, aren’t you boy? Gonna let my buddy shoot his load in your boy cunt too? He grunted and growled while pulling me up and down on his fat rod, an evil grin spreading across his face as he exchanged glances with Harold and the others. I could tell this was getting him off so I responded in a way I thought he wanted to hear me talk back: Me: Yes sir… Oh…. Fuck, please… I moaned, enjoying the ride as I felt his cock swelling larger in my ass making my cock throb as it bounced with me in his lap. Frank: Here it… comes! Take my load you fucking slut!!! Suddenly I felt my ass get slicker as his dick began to shoot deep in my ass, as he pulled my ass tightly against his groin I felt his cock pulsing deeply, driving me over the edge as I shot my load from the sensation in my tender hole. He started rubbing his hand in my cum before moving his fingers to my mouth, still coming down from the haze of my release, I accepted them and sucked my load off his long fingers, watching the guys reactions as he slowly twitched inside my ass. Brett: Fuck that was hot! Harold: Good boy, that’s one down. Lionel: That made me good and hard! Fuck I enjoyed the show so much… I cannot wait to be a part of it myself. He wasn’t lying! As I started to pull myself off of Frank’s uncut man meat, I looked over to see Lionel hard for the first time tonight, and I was in shock! He was hung like an elephant, the guy had a mammoth sized cock that looked unreasonable to be a penis on just any man. He was not just any man however, he was a massive man himself… but just seeing that enormous tool made me nervous for what was to come, thankfully a few of the guys would help open me up for him first since he was going last. Frank’s dick Finally came free with a loud “PLOP” followed by a torrent of cum, which startled me at first until I looked down and noticed the condom was broken, and bunched up at the base of what was just inside me. I looked back up at frank to see him grinning at me like he just won a gold medal for breeding my ass! Me: What the fuck? It broke? Frank: Yeahh that tends to happen with old condoms. Oh well. Too bad hehe. While I stood there in disbelief, my ass still dripping cum down my thighs and onto the floor, Brett grabbed me by the waist and maneuvered me in front of him, my vulnerable ass now hovering over his stiff prick. Brett: Now it’s my turn, have a seat buddy and let me feel that faggot pussy. Me: Oh fuck, please use a condom sir! Brett: Hahaha you still want one? Ok. I’ll give you one. He yelled to Harold, who threw him a new condom from the box and while I turned and watched, he rolled the condom on the head of his cock, then stopped. Brett: You know what guys? I think this is good enough protection for him right? He pulled me down onto his dick and before I could protest I felt the condom covered head slide up me in a rush, the rest of his smaller but still sizable cock filling me up quickly as my butt pressed against his pelvis. I moaned out involuntarily while he was balls deep inside me, but tried to talk him into being reasonable, there was no way the condom would stay on like that! Me: Hey, if you are going to fuck me like that, I don’t think the condom is going to stay on… can we pull out and try putting it on all the way? Brett: What do you mean? You wanted me to use a condom, and im using one! It’s on right now, and you got what you wanted so be happy and take it bitch! Me: B-but what if it comes off inside of me? Brett: You better hope your cunt don’t squeeze it off my cock before I cum then! He pulled himself up and off the chair while still managing to stay inside me and pressed hard on my back to force me bent over the table, and then started to pound away. He was quick and forceful with his thrusts, if he was any bigger his cock would have really hurt me! He didn’t waste any time and I could almost feel the condom on his cock for a minute but then he started to fully pull out and plunge back in. After a while of him doing this on one in stroke, he pushed in and I felt the condom slip off his cock while it was inside of me and when he pulled out again, this time there was no condom on his cock at all but he stabbed back into me and pumped a few times, then with a final grunt he came inside of me keep his cock as deep as he could get it in my hole. He didn’t reach as deep as the other guys before him but I still felt his meat twitching and bouncing away. Brett pulled out quickly, the abruptness making me gasp and I realized when I felt my wet sticky hole that I had once again been bred full of another mans cum without my consent. Lionel: Would you look at that. What a beautiful anus that young man has! Brett: Woo boy I needed that. Can’t say I cared too much for the rubber tho, good riddance. You hold onto it for safe keeping eh? Condoms make sure your protected after all! The room erupted into laughter again at my expense, and I was now naked, leaking jizz and had a condom inside of me. I felt like such a cheap whore more then ever. I stayed bent over there for a second as the gravity of the situation finally set in. Frank: You good there buddy? I think ya broke him Brett, he ain’t moving or saying anything. Brett: I don’t care, it feels like I shot a fucking gallon of cum in there. Ain’t no bitch put out like that here in a long time for me. Harold: I know what will help set him right. He just needs a familiar man in him to help him feel better, all that dick and cum is messing with his head. Harold stepped over closer to me, and while I was still bent over the table I reached back towards my ass trying to see if I could feel the condom brett had on when he first pushed his cock into my ass. Me: umm, I can’t feel anything inside except for cum… Harold: It’s probably in there a bit further, don’t freak out and let me see. Lionel was idly stroking himself while staring at me like a grizzly bear staring at it’s prey. It got me more hot and bothered just looking at him, and i tried to gather my thoughts but I was turned on despite cumming already once, and my brain felt fuzzy like the rest of my body after being pounded like that. I couldn’t really focus on anything but all I could think about was the cocks in the room and the cum in my hole, which until tonight was safe only… What was really making my head swirl was that every time I asked for a man to use a condom tonight, they either treated it like it wasn’t important or completely ignored me. Was I meant to be used like this? A total and complete cumslut for these older men to dump their pent up loads in whenever they pleased? Harold: Push your arsehole out for me, like your tying to take a dump. Maybe the darn thing will come out then. I did as he asked, but besides some anal queefing and a lot of cum squirting out of my used anus, the rubber never made it’s exit from my ass. The noises from my hole got a lot of attention from the guys however and after me trying a few times unsuccessfully at getting anything solid to come out, Harold abruptly stuffed 3 fingers in my ass making me squirm. I suppressed a moan the best I could while he pushed in deeper and then laughed, he managed to fish out the condom and held it up to show me. Harold: Found it, Brett ya little fucker, you could have just taken it off! Frank: Where’s the fun in that? I would have left it up there to see if it helps protect him… Hahaha! Brett: He wanted me to use a condom so I did what he asked right? No harm no foul, if you kept it up his sloppy asshole it might keep him safe all night, you picking up what im putting down? Me: I’m pretty sure that’s not how condoms work… Lionel: We need to keep the boy safe… we sure don’t want him to catch anything… heheh. That didn’t sound ominous at all. Who am I kidding? None of them seemed like they had good intentions. But what choice did I have? Besides, I was really starting to like being a fuck toy for some older gentleman, even if they were pushing my boundaries and my safety as well… it was all so hot and I never had gotten attention like this before by so many guys at once that I was in a bit of a lust drunken haze from how much these men wanted me. Harold: You know what, you guys just might be on to something. Here fag, hold this. With no warning or without him giving me a chance to even reach back for what he was going to give me, I felt him shove what felt like three fingers and something very slimy and wet up my ass in such a rush I didn’t have the time to properly register it. Harold stood up, smacked my ass cheeks a couple of times with his hefty log of a cock then pushed his dick in me all the way to the base. Me: UNnnHhh! F-fuck me… Harold: That’s exactly what im doing. Brett: We seriously hit the fucking jackpot with this perverted pig, look at him taking your old musty cock up his ass! I’m surprised he likes that ol thing hahah! Harold: This “old musty” dick of mine has been in so many holes your mother wouldn’t want you hanging around me Brett… now fuck off before I tell your wife your banging boys when she doesn’t put out. Lionel: Gotcha there heh. Harold was talking back and forth with the guys while he pumped my ass, I could once again feel a huge cock bumping into my second ring and pushing past it. All the pounding was making my ass jiggle and bounce away through the conversation and I held on the best I could. Frank: Did you manage to get that condom back up in him? Harold: It’s so deep In him now it’s probably gone, my dick reaches much further then brett’s little wiener does. Come see for yourself. Brett whined something pitiful while frank stood up as Harold pulled his cock out, making my hole gape open now slightly it wasn’t completely closing. Me: What do you mean it’s gone? Letting out a surprised laugh, Brett walked up to my ass, sticking a finger in it and feeling the load inside it. Frank: Brett took a load off in there for sure, but I can’t feel anything else. It’s in there deep. Harold: It’s gone means that it is now so far up your slutty hole that it won’t come out for a while but this way we can still use a condom on ya heheh. Harold resumed what he was doing to my backside, pushing into my open anus again and fucking it with vigorous thrusts while everyone watched and frank stood next to us. I groaned, feeling Harold fucking my ass hard, harder then before and feeling Harold’s bigger balls slapping against my ass with each hard slam, his longer and fatter cock gliding easily in my cum filled guts making squishing wet noises with each thrust. Turning my head, I grabbed Frank’s cock in my hand before shoving it in my mouth, i was so horny I just didn’t care, i wanted more. Frank: Yeahh boy, taste your hole on my dick… The room was filled with grunts and moaning while 2 men used both of my holes and the other 2 looked on in lust and amusement. Harold: I’m getting close boy, you want me to paint your insides white? Ready to be pushing my cum out all fuckin week? I wasn’t able to respond with franks cock in my mouth, but where I was I was unable to get away from either of them being stuck between two big dicks and all I could do was try and pull off frank so I could tell him to cum outside of me, I didn’t need more cum in me! Harold’s thrusts became more animalistic and I could feel his cock become more engorged in my asshole and his very meaty, mushroom cockhead was pushing into the entrance of my colon going so fucking deep it was making my body squirm with delight from the amazing sensations, my body betrayed me and pushed back on his dick now even though I wanted him to pull out. Harold: Here it comes… Frank: Ah fuck, I’m going to… With that, both of the guys inside of me ejaculated at nearly the same time, frank down my throat and harold deep up my ass. Yet ANOTHER cum load is out of the tip of his cock and into my hole. Free flowing towards the lining of my rectum. Splat, and it all hits me... the wave of jizz is now mine and no longer just a theory it is in my ass. I couldn’t stop it now.. The tops continue to spasm and shoot parts of their load into me. Harold’s continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down my hole, increasing the points of contact so the load has more opportunities to try and knock me up. All I could picture in this moment was 500,000,000 of his little baby makers having the swim of their lives deep into my ass cunt. They wouldn’t get me pregnant, I was just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked and no longer thinking too much about the consequences of all the cum I was getting in my submissive bottom tonight. I was fully enjoying this feeling now and my brain was starting to shut down the department that was sounding the alarm bells. Harold pulled out of me, his deflating dick followed by torrents of jizz from multiple men. The guys joked about me being a slut and I felt myself completely mentally check out. I was done fighting and just resigned myself to enjoy the sensations of being used… and for the rest of the night I was. Until the early hours of the morning I was passed around more, Lionel got his turn with me but for some reason refused to cum in my hole. He kept saying something about wanting to fill me when I was “ready to be his”. The rest of the guys fucked me and bred me again at least another time each and I was sent off to bed with my hole very loose and very full, and a reminder that I would keep this to myself and not tell anyone. The next morning, I pushed out what felt like a gallon of cum and the discarded condom from the night before, it was a morbid reminder of the night I had: I had a lot of fun but it was freaky getting fucked full of cum by so many men and taking their bare cock without knowing if I would be safe or not. I vowed that would be the last time I did that, but in the back if my mind I knew how much I enjoyed the feeling of a bare cock in my hole, pumping cum up my ass. I was hooked and even if I didn’t realize it yet, I was going to do it again. After a long uneventful day of me having the house to myself and playing with my hole while I was left alone for part of the afternoon, adults came home and my father approached me and told me that his friend was having a party at the bar he owned that was on the other end of town. It was an old school that was turned into a bar, and also was renovated to have hotel rooms for when people were too drunk to leave they just got a room for the night. It was a nice spot but by the sounds of it we were going to a crowded bar tonight and i hoped this was going to be a more normal night I could relax and enjoy…

Poz. Pozzed. I had been pozzed. I had taken several loads of HIV positive cum inside me. Shit. Except, no, not shit. The moment I realised what it had all meant had caused the bottom to drop out of my stomach, but at the same time my dick had started to get very, very hard. Fuck, this turned me on. I sat back in the chair and stared at the screen while my brain went a thousand miles a minute. Thoughts started occurring to me. Of course this was going to happen. I willingly bend over for any man when I am on the prowl. On the base I let any soldier breed me, regardless of what he may have been up to with hookers when he was last on leave. I never ask for condoms, and I don't take any other precautions. Of course I am going to get pozzed. I wasn't going to stop doing what I was doing, and who knows how many poz loads I had already taken before tonight. Maybe I was already infected. Realising that started to calm me, and just allowed me to focus on how turned on I now was. But then it hit me. My brother. I had offered him to this group as well, when up until now he had just been getting used by the football team. Yeah, one of those guys could still pick up something and pass it on to him, but it seemed pretty low risk. Taking him along next week, or indeed up to the woods with me some other time, would mean he would be taking poz loads too. I loved my brother, but I didn't think he was all that smart. There was probably no chance he was taking any precautions, if he even knew you could. If he took random loads, some would be poz, and he would eventually get infected. It was basically his destiny. He was bound to start seeking cock outside of the team eventually, with or without my help. If he followed my lead and started going to the woods, eventually those guys would be there one night and the deed would be done. Should I tell him? Or should I just bring him along to the party or the woods and let fate take its course? Testosterone answered that question for me. Thinking about my hunky younger brother unknowingly taking toxic loads made my dick even harder. Fuck, I was twisted. But the decision had been made. Now I just had to get him past his nerves and out into the world to fulfil his destiny...

I have been on four Atlantis cruises and in fact will be going on one in August touring the Greek isles. As jagmanca says, there is something for everyone. There are Bear, Leather, muscle, twinks, singles, couples get together and tea dances and event dance parties almost every single night. When in port, you can do a plethora of group excursions, or just stay on the ship. Depending on the cruise there is an outdoor deck that allows for nude sunbathing. This is known as the Dick Deck and after hours usually is a major cruise spot. Sex can be found anytime, but I wouldn’t say it is a bathhouse type environment. You have WiFi, so Grindr, Scruff and BBRT are all active. Cabin doors aren’t really conducive to being left open, so cruising takes place in person or on line. There are cruise staff everywhere, so you really need to be discreet if having sex in public. Word of caution though, at one port, two guys were arrested for public indecency having balcony sex port side, in port. Also, while I have a high level of confidence that there is drug use, not being discreet and having the cabin cleaning crew report you for drugs caused my Mexico to LA cruise a delay in disembarking as the ATF came on the boat and searched cabins with dogs. You had to line up and people were pulled out of line for “special” screening. Otherwise, it was really a fun cruise!

That would be about right NLbear. During day, lots of hotties showing off in speedos and other form fitting bathing suits around the pools and bars. At night, however, all things changed on the decks outside especially in the darker corners not well lit. The two cruises I were on were 99% all gay men. A few lesbians. The crews were awesome. Some were gay and clearly loved all the activity sexual and non sexual. I heard on both cruises that the crews loved gay cruises because they got tipped better and they were more fun. The crew never once told any of us to stop what were doing. In fact, at night they pretty much disappeared as they new what would be going on and didn't want to interfere.

Chapter 19 I'd been home for a couple of months now and life had returned to a mostly normal routine of work, hanging with friends and lots of sex. I was busy but happy. The only thing bugging me now was my housing situation. When I first moved to the city I'd thought I'd found the perfect place but turns out my building had a lot of issues I wasn't aware of not to mention with my office's recent relocation to a different neighborhood it took me a lot longer to commute each day, so I'd decided to find a new place. I talked with Scotty and he was kind enough to hook me up with the real estate agent he'd used a few years ago. Lucas and I had been corresponding by email for a couple weeks so I wasn't really prepared for when we finally met. It was safe to say Scotty had definitely left out a few things. He was fucking gorgeous. He was tall, had to be close to 6'6" and didn't look like he had an ounce of fat on his tight muscular body, I hated him already. I guessed he was somewhere in his late twenties with short dark brown hair styled in a messy way that made him look even hotter. He had dark green eyes with a strong jaw line that was sporting a couple days worth of stubble. I had no idea if he was gay or not and frankly didn't really care, I'd bend over for this guy anytime. I learned he also had a deep sexy voice and firm grip when he greeted me and shook my hand. "Hi Kevin, it's great to finally meet you." "You too Lucas." Damn I could get lost in those eyes, fuck I needed to focus. "So I've got a couple of places I think you'll like," he said as we entered the first building and headed up to the apartment. "It's on the tenth floor, has one bedroom one bathroom but it's pretty big by city standards." He opened the door for me and let me enter first. As I walked past him I took a deep breath, fuck me, he even smelled good. The apartment was nice but just didn't speak to me so we left and headed to the next building. As we were riding down the elevator we kept stopping at almost every floor to pick up people. Pretty soon Lucas and I were smashed up against the back wall of the elevator. We stopped on the third floor and one more guy got on. I was forced to shift over a little and found myself with my back to Lucas. Okay so yes, I might have taken advantage of the situation and leaned back into him a bit. As we neared the lobby I swear I could feel something start to poke me in my ass so of course I pressed back even more. All too soon we reached the lobby and everyone emptied out. I glanced at Lucas's crotch and noticed he was definitely growing down there. "So how do you know Scotty," he asked as we started walking the couple of blocks to the next building. "God, I've known Scotty for years." "Oh cool, so did you guys ever date?" I started chuckling. "Oh god sorry, I just assumed you were gay like Scotty." "Oh Lucas you're fine, I am gay. I'm laughing because I can't picture Scotty ever dating anyone. That boy likes to fuck way too much to ever settle down with one guy and if he ever did, his partner would have to be as big a whore as he is." He was smiling, "you have a good point. I've heard rumors about him, just wasn't sure if they were true." "So you guys never hooked up then?" "No we had a very professional relationship. Honestly I haven't really seen him other than in passing for the last couple of years." "Ahh, well trust me if you worked with him now I'm sure he'd have you naked in seconds fucking your amazing ass." He grinned at me, "I don't get fucked but it's nice to know you think my ass is amazing." We'd reached the next building and the doorman let us in before I had a chance to respond. "Okay so this is another one bed one bath apartment with a recently renovated kitchen." "Great can't wait to see it and yes your ass is amazing," I said as I exited the elevator. He opened the door to the apartment and again stepped aside to let me enter first. This time as I moved by him I made sure to graze the front of his pants with my hand, "nice crotch too." Damn, I liked this apartment. It had an open concept so it made the space feel bigger than it was. The bedroom wasn't huge but it was still a good size. The owner had already moved out so the space was empty. "What do you think of the place?" "It's perfect." "The previous owner moved out of state and it's been on the market for awhile so I think they're pretty motivated to sell." "I think this is the one, I'd like to make an offer." "Excellent." He was grinning from ear to ear. "Fuck you are so handsome." My cock was starting to grow. He noticed and his grin got even bigger. "So tell me Kevin, are you as big a slut as Scotty?" "Hmm not sure anyone's as slutty as he is but I certainly try my best. So does your office have a policy about fucking around with clients?" I moved closer so I was standing right in front of him. "They certainly do. However, I feel very strongly about making sure my customers always have a positive home buying experience and I'm prepared to help them achieve that anyway I can." With that he grabbed my crotch, leaned down and gave me kiss. He broke off the kiss and placed his hands my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. "Take my cock out and show me just how slutty you really are." I undid his pants releasing a huge 9" throbbing cock that was already leaking a ton of precum. "Ahh fuck, that's it get him nice and wet since that's the only lube you're getting" I tried to get as much of his cock in my mouth as I could but only made it a few inches. He didn't seem to mind as he was moaning like crazy. After about ten minutes my jaw was killing me not to mention my hole was itching to be wrecked. I pulled off his dick, dropped my pants, got on all fours and presented my ass to him. "Enough foreplay breed me now!" "Fuck you've got a nice hole. I can tell you're definitely no virgin but I'm still going to love stretching out that cunt." "Less talking more fucking. Come on man I need your load." He slowly started shoving his dick inside me. Oh my god he was big and thick. He made it to my second hole and I couldn't wait any longer so I moved backwards to meet his thrust causing him to sink all the way in. "Holy fuck you're so big," I yelled out. "Shit man, I've never had anyone take my cock so easily. Your cunt's so silky, feels so damn good." "Seriously Lucas, pound my fucking ass hard." He started to pick up speed and it felt amazing. "That's it, harder fucking harder, destroy my hole. You want to sell me this condo you need to fuck me harder man." "You fucking slut, you like it rough huh. You're going to buy this condo you fucking faggot or I'm never going to breed your cunt again." "Holy shit yes that's it man harder." He went for it and started pounding my ass even rougher. I was in heaven moaning like a bitch in heat. Pretty soon I could feel his cock start to spasm in my cunt firing off shot after shot of hot cum. I clamped down hard and milked every last drop from his cock. He slowly pulled out and I immediately turned around and started cleaning off his cock. "Fuck you're so nasty licking the cock that just breed your cunt." "Got that right, can't waste a drop of cum." While I continued licking his dick my hand found its way to his ass and I started to run my finger around his hole. "Watch the finger man I don't like guys playing with my ass." "Seriously, you've never been eaten out before?" "Yeah no way man, I don't get fucked." "Nobody said anything about fucking just rimming your tight butt a little. Try it son trust me you'll love it." "I don't know man," he still protested even though he turned around and showed me his perfect bubble butt. I placed my hand on his back and got him to bend over. I started out slowly running my tongue over his hole. His body jumped and he started to moan. "Oh fuck, that's not what I expected." "Feels good huh." "Oh man yes, please don't stop." I dove back in and really went to town on his beautiful hole. I removed my tongue and replaced it with my fingers. "To be the best top you really should bottom at least once so you know what your bottom's feeling as you pound his cunt." I was up to three fingers and he seemed to be really enjoying himself. "See, having things up your ass isn't so bad now it's it." "Wow, had no idea! feel so good." He stuttered out as I continued to finger him. I pulled out and he gasped. "So empty please but them back." "I think you're ready for something else now." I didn't give him any time to react, simply stuck the head of my dick inside his tight hole. "How's that feel?" "Holy shit, give me more." I slowly sank my cock all the way in until my balls were bouncing off his ass. "I'm going to fuck you now and leave my load behind." "Oh my god yes, feels so good." It didn't take long before I was filling his ass with my toxic load. "Fuck I can't believe I've never done that before." "Hmm does this mean you're going to be taking more loads up that tight ass of yours." "Fuck yeah I definitely need to do that again." "Good slut, see being versatile is so much funner." "You're absolutely right. Thanks for that, now were you serious about putting an offer on this condo?" I burst out laughing, "yep totally serious." We got dressed and headed over to his office to write up the offer. He told me it'd probably be a few days before we'd hear anything but he'd let me know the second he did. I gave him a deep kiss, grabbed his ass and said, "can't wait. We'll definitely have to fuck again once you hear back." "Of course, no better way to celebrate. I'll be in touch soon." Now began the waiting game. I just hoped me fucking him hadn't made things too weird between us as I definitely wanted another go at that ass.

Part 56 I got my friend up and my arm around him and herded him out the door of Hank's place and over to mine. He was dragging from exhaustion but holding up reasonably well. At least somewhat ok considering what he had been doing for the first time in his life. I could not believe this formerly completely 'striaight' friend had just been bred multiple times by very toxic poz men. I also knew how addictive it could become, wanting more and more of those loads. I had been there and still was? The dilemma continued. I knew we were in for a long talk about this past night for sure. I knew we had to decide what was in his mind now and what was coming next and omg, all kinds of things we both needed to know for sure. It was going to be one hell of a talk, I was sure of that. When we entered my place, my phone was ringing off the hook. I got my friend settled on the couch and grabbed my phone. One look told me the bad news, it was his wife. What the hell was I going to say to her? I answered and immediately she was almost screaming about where in the hell was he. I finally got a word in edgewise and told her that he was right here and ok. I told her we both had had way the hell too much to drink last night and both were sicker than hell. She calmed down a little, not much, but a little. I told her I was trying to get him completely sobered up and to quit heaving and then would make sure he got home ok. She was still pissed off but finally agreed it might be better if I got him cleaned up and ready before coming home. We talked a bit more and she finally got to the point of being more upset about him being sick than not coming home. She did say they would still have a talk about him drinking way too much though. I laughed and try to lighten the mood by telling her it happens to most at some time or other. She told me she hoped he could get home soon as the morning was now about over. I hung up and looked at my friend and could tell he was just now realizing some of what he had done. The talk we needed was now about ready to start. What to say was the next hard part as I knew what I had done, but I had not been married and still had no idea what the hell to say to him. My God, he had several loads of toxic cum up his ass and I doubted if he even had any real idea of what he had done. I also knew that neither of us had any real idea of what to do now either. For one thing, I knew I was still conflicted but had loved every single minute of what I had done, and now to complicate my feelings, Hank was basically telling me he was in love with me and wanting me to definitely embrace being gay only and be his and him mine. What could I possibly say to my friend though? He got his first load because he had been too drunk to even know what had happened to him, but the others, he absolutely knew he was getting them, but I doubted if he knew the real consequences of what he had done then. It was going to play with his mind for sure and no way around that. I got him comfortable on the couch, although still naked, and went to make some coffee as I just knew he would want some. As it was brewing I went back into the living room to check on him and get started on our talk. I found him sitting there staring down at his lap, with his legs spread and a hand between his legs and it looked like he was feeling his ass. As I approached him he looked up with a completely shocked look on his face. He held out his hand and his palm was filled with very pink tinged cum. His look was one of questioning, not comprehending what he had done. I told him it looked like he definitely had a full ass of cum if that much was leaking out. He almost jumped at that pronouncement as it was kind of starting to sink in what he had been doing. I asked him if he had any questions and I would try to answer them as best I could. He finally spoke asking what the hell have I done, what the hell was I thinking, and just how the hell did that happen. I told him I had better start at the beginning again and tell him what had gone down. I began where he had been sick outside last night. I told him he had about heaved his guts out and I had gone inside to see about clean up or something. Then I had come back outside to find him bent over the table with his pants at his ankles and a fresh load of poz cum dripping out of his used hole from the huge cock of a stripper named Randy. I had then got him back inside, fixed him another drink and Hank had come over to try and help, but had kind of taken over him and had fucked another load of poz cum in his hole. Then Hank had helped him up and over to his place, where he had taken, probably at least three more poz cum loads before I got him back over here to get back into his real mind and talk about what had happened. He just stared the whole time I was talking. Then he finally asked what I meant by poz cum. Damn, he really didn't have any idea at all. How to say it was going to be hard. I decided to just say it and told him POZ meant that each and every load of cum he had taken was from guys with very high viral loads of HIV. His mouth dropped to his chest when that sunk in. His eyes got bigger and then he really looked like he was going to freak out on me. I quickly told him that he didn't have to worry too much yet as there was a drug called PEP that would take care of him and prevent it, but he had to get to a doctor soon and get started on it. He was almost in tears now. Then he told me, he had to have been crazy and I was too and why hadn't I stopped him and them. He was in a rant now, and then dropped the bomb on me that he was most upset that he had enjoyed it all so much and he had cum himself at least twice. What was wrong with me he wanted to know. I told him there was nothing wrong with him and that somehow I had done the same thing and had loved every minute of it too. He really stared at me then. He went on asking me why we had done such a thing and why did those others seem to enjoy injecting their virus into us. I told him I was pretty conflicted myself about what I had done and was still trying to figure it out. He would have to make his own decision now though as I could only talk about what we had done and try to answer his questions, but he would have to make his own decisions about what he was going to do now. He almost screamed that there was no decision to be made, that he had to get to a doctor quick. He could chance giving this to his wife if he got HIV. Why did I think there was a choice? I told him I was still trying to decide what to do myself, but that I wasn't married like he was so my decision had to be only about what I wanted. I also told him that the sex I had had was way hotter than any I had had before, so it was a very hard decision. I told him, you said it yourself, you had enjoyed it a lot and even cum from being fucked, so you know why my decision is so hard. I got up then to let him think a little and went and got us each a cup of coffee. When I got back, he asked if I was really thinking about becoming gay. I told him I was not sure yet, but was leaning that way somewhat. I then told him that Hank had basically proposed to me while he was being fucked on Hank's couch. I was startled at the question and had no idea yet what to say or do. This is going to be tough to decide, OMG, what a decision.

Part 53 Several minutes went by then with my friend just sitting there staring at the floor. I could tell he was completely stunned and not able to make any kind of coherent thought or sound even, His eyes closed then and I almost thought that maybe the shock was too much for him and he had had a heart attack or something. I looked closer and could see he seemed to be breathing though, although it seemed to be somewhat labored. There came a tapping at my back door then, so I got up to go see who that could be. I entered the kitchen and could see through the screen door that is was Hank. I motioned for him to come on in. He told me he was wondering what had become of Randy, so I filled him in on what had happened and what was not going on. We quietly walked to the living room and looked in. Randy was still sitting on the couch and my friend was in the same position I had left him in when I went to let Hank in. He was still sitting with his eyes closed and not moving. I was really starting to worry about him now. Hank tapped me on the shoulder and told me he would be right back. He then went out the back door. I entered the living room then and sat down by Randy, who also had kind of a worried look on his face. Hank was only gone a very few minutes and then came back in. He had a glass in his hand and tapped my friend on the shoulder and told him to try this as it might help. My friend finally looked up and saw Hank for the first time. Hank was smiling and held out the glass. My friend took it after a moment and took a sip. He made a terrible face and coughed a little. Hank told him to just sip it slowly. He was still smiling and his voice was very soft and comforting sounding. My friend took his advice and just sipped slowly on the drink. It seemed to calm him a little and soon he had finished the drink. Hank asked him if he wanted another and my friend nodded yes. Hank then went into the kitchen and I followed to see that he had brought more with him. It was cold cans of Coke and a bottle of Rum. I well knew the calming effect that could have on someone. Hank mixed another one and took it to my friend, who didn't sip this one, but gulped it down fast, too fast I thought, but at least he seemed to be coming around more. Hank had sat down on the arm of the chair and was rubbing his back and soothingly telling him that everything would be fine and not to worry. My friend looked up, still somewhat wide-eyed at what had happened, to see who was there now. Hank introduced himself also telling him that he owned the building. My friend just kind of nodded barely really acknowledging knowing what was going on. Hank continued to rub his back soothingly. My friend seemed to be calming down as Hank rubbed his back and whispered soothing words in his ear. Soon, I could tell that Hank was now massaging more than just a rub. He had also, with the whispering, gently kind of nipped a little at the ear lobe every so often. Then it turned into actually kind of nibbling and kissing his ear which then slowly went down from his ear to his neck. My friend didn't even seem to realize what was going on. Hank nibbling and massaging and kissing went lower and lower as he moved to my friend's bare chest and then he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it in nibbling as he did it. My friend finally gasped at this but I had sat down and could see that his cock had definitely come to attention and was protruding his shorts out for sure. Hank then moved upwards, kissing and nibbling all the while, up across his chest to his neck and then over his chin. Hank then planted a kiss on my buddy, who at first kind of flinched, but then I could tell his mouth opened up and I am sure Hank's tongue was entering him in a deep passionate kiss. My friend was moaning softly now as the effect of the alcohol and Hank's ministrations had him almost hypnotized. Their kisses went on and on for a good 5 minutes. Then Hank slowly and gently brought his other hand and was caressing my friend's cock through his shorts. This brought a gasp from my friend as his cock twitched under Hank's gentle rubbing. Very soon Hank hand reached into the shorts and was stroking my friend's cock. They were both breathing hard now. Then Hank withdrew his hand and took my friend's hand and placed it on his bare cock. My friend just gripped it to start with but then Hank slowly took ahold of his hand and guided it up and down his shaft. My friend then was doing it on his own as Hank pushed his hand inside my friend's shorts again. They stroked each other's cocks for a while. Then Hank pulled on the shorts and without thinking my friend lifted up and Hank pulled them down to his knees. Hank broke off the kissing and looked my friend in the eyes as he then dropped down and pulled the shorts completely off. My friend seemed to be too stunned at what was going on to move. As Hank got back up, he leaned in and started to kiss my friend again as he gently pushed him over onto his back while climbing on top of him and grinding their cocks together. My friend was constantly moaning now in the throes of passion. I was sure he had no idea what was happening, but I knew exactly how Hank could manipulate the situation. I fleetingly wondered if I should intervene and try to stop Hank, but the scene was so hot I could not move or speak. I could only watch mesmerized as Hank, without breaking off the kiss, moved slightly downward and his cock slid between my friends legs. Hank reached down with both hands then and drew those legs up and around himself. This helped move Hank's cock into position against my friend's waiting hole. Then as Hank broke off the kiss and looked deeply into my friend's eyes, he thrust forward, penetrating into that tight aperture and he did not stop until he was buried to the hilt. His cock completely imbedded as deep as he could get it in that already cum lubed hole. My friend winced some from this invasion of his only once before entered hole, but Hank covered his mouth with his own to stifle any sound. Then Hank started the slow out stroke and then back in again. My friend moaned and thrashed as Hank started slowly but soon picked up speed. He took only a couple of minutes until he was pounding that hole as hard and fast as he could. My friend's head rolled side to side as he soon felt the pleasure building from this onslaught. I just sat and stared at this sight. It was damnably hot and my own cock was standing at attention as I watched my friend being pummeled as I had been. I absolutely knew the pleasure that Hank could bring with his magnificent cock and I actually felt somewhat jealous that it was not me getting fucked like that again. My friend threw his arms and legs around Hank and held him tight as he could. Hank drove his cock into him over and over again, now bringing absolute moans of pleasure from my friend. Hank thrust into him time and again, over and over. He continued for a good half and hour. Then I noticed the tell tale signs that Hank was getting close to climax and he leaned back a little and looked deeply into my friend's eyes and told him it was happening. He was telling him he was cumming deep in his hole and he had HIV and had a very high viral load. As he said it, he thrust one last mighty push and my friend's eyes got huge as he realized he was getting another load of tainted cum in his ass and at the same time his own cock pulsed out his load too.