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

Disclaimer – This is the second time posting a chapter 8 and 9. The last time it was taken down for being inappropriate for this forum. I hope I have addressed the issue with this rewrite. Chapter 8 – What Really Matters Ray found his girlfriend at their pad. He busted out the drugs he had earned with his ass. When she asked him how he got the Tina, he was evasive and never quite gave her a real answer beside he got it thru his brother. They smoked out and fucked the rest of the day. They tried to ration out the eightball but after two days they were finished. They scraped and scrounged and got a dealer to trade some household items for some tina but they were completely out by Friday evening. Ray’s girlfriend brought up Ray’s brother as an option for more drugs. Ray said no, that his brother was asking too high a price. That he couldn’t get him to front him anything. She kept on him and on him and finally he broke down and said they would go over and try… even though he knew the answer would be no. And he kept to himself that the only yes he would get is if he whored himself out again. But he could never let her know that happened. Never. Ray messaged his brother and asked if he and his girlfriend could come over and chill. Walt knew exactly what was up. He said he had company but that they could roll by and “see whaT happens”. Ray and his girlfriend walk up to Walt’s door and ring the doorbell. Walt answers in a white tank top and grey sweatpants. He welcomes the two lovers inside and they walk to the living room. Waiting for them is a Caucasian man, also dressed in a white tank and grey sweatpants. They sit and make small talk. Walt introduces his friend Kev. W: would you all like some Gatorade, made with a heavy G. Okay cool, one for everyone. He turns to Ray and asks him to help him with the drinks. In the kitchen, Walt starts pouring Gatorade into 4 glasses. He takes out a jar of G and measures out some and deposits a shot in each drink. R: Hey bro, are we cool? We don’t need to dwell on my last time here right? We can just chill and go with the flow right? W: Oh course, it’s not like you guys are here to ask for drugs right? Ray goes pale in the face. Walt starts to chuckle. W: Don’t worry. I know why you guys are here. Why do you think I invited you back? Ray starts to panic a bit. W: Don’t worry. My friend out there wants to see some action. Here, this drink has double the amount of G. if you give it to your girlfriend, my friend will smoke you guys out but he wants to fuck her in front of you while you smoke. If you give her this drink, it will happen that way. If you don’t give it to her and take the bigger drink yourself, then I’ll pack one bowl and you guys will be on your way. It’s your decision, how fucked up do you want guys want to get? Walt hands Ray two of the drinks and grabs the other two. They return to the living room where the girlfriend and Kev are talking amongst themselves. Walt hands one of his drinks to Kev. Ray holds the two drinks in his hands and has to think things through. He has to decide if he wants to whore out his girlfriend for drugs and get pretty high or just a little high. He goes back and forth, back and forth, finally he decides and hands his girlfriend one of the drinks. Walt looks back at his brother with a sly look on his face, as if to say “party on”. They continue to make small talk here and there. All four of them seem to be relaxing a bit. They all seem to be getting warmer. Walt pulls out a prepacked pipe and lights it up. He hands it off to Ray’s girlfriend. After she takes her large hit, she passes it to Kev. Kev hits it big time and before passing it to Ray, he makes a comment to everyone. K: Wow, this stuff is pretty strong. It makes you sweat like right away and a lot. I don’t know about you guys but I wanna be able to walk out of here in a dry shirt. Kev pulls off his tank top revealing his great physique. He has a slightly hairy chest with nice happy trail. Ray takes his hit and looks over at his brother, whom is already taking his own tank off. His smooth brown chest is in contrast to Kev’s. Ray looks over at his girlfriend. Ray feels like he made the right decision after all. He pulls off his shirt, showing off his smooth brown torso with just a slight happy trail of fuzz. Walt takes the shirts and hangs them up on the coat rack by the front door. The pipe goes around again and everyone gets another big hit. While Walt is refilling the pipe, he looks over at his younger brother whom is starting to sink into the couch. This makes Walt smile and ask- W: So brother, are we down to parTy with your girl? A relaxed Ray just smiles. R: yeah, we’re down. Let’s parTy and play alright. Walt and Kev get the biggest smile on their faces. They start to chuckle a bit and this alarms Ray slightly but he is too busy sinking into his seat to focus that much. They look over at his girlfriend who looks pissed. GF: you fucking asshole. I can’t believe you. R: What’s going on here. Why am I feeling so good? W: While I was talking with you, Kev was talking with your girl. We told her about the choice you were going to make. Trying to sell her ass for your high. She didn’t believe us so she just sit by and watched you take the double Glass of Gatorade. R: WTF man. You set me up. K: Don’t worry man. I’ll still get you guys fucked up on my good shit. It makes everyone wanna get naked asap. I just wanna see a show. Hand him the pipe. He’s gonna need it. HAHA Walt packed a full pipe and hands it to the GF. W: Ladies first. The girlfriend proceeds to smoke half the bowl herself. She hands the bowl off to Kev and gets up. She follows Walt into the other room. Kev takes his hit and passes to Ray. Ray pushes himself up and grabs the pipe. K: Go ahead and pound it. Ray did not have to be told twice. He takes hit after hit after hit. He finishes off the bowl. Kev takes the pipe back and pulls out his stash. He takes a shard and fills the pipe. He hands the pipe to Ray. Ray goes back to taking his hits. Kev grabs a tray with a small sheet of glass on it. He drops some powdered Tina on it and uses a card to make some lines. He takes a rolled up bill and takes the first line. He offers to Ray. Ever the over indulger, Ray snorts two fat lines. He then proceeds to finish off the bowl. Ray is flying super high now and getting pretty sweaty. Kev suggests that he take off his pants so they don’t get sweaty. Without thinking, Ray drops trousers. Kev folds the pants neatly and places his own pants right next to other pants. This leaves the two guys in their boxers. K: Hey, they are going to be a while in the other room. Wanna get really fucked up for a moment before they come back? Wanna quick booty bump? Ray is feeling super good and cant wait to get higher. R: okay, but it has to be quick. I don’t want my girlfriend to see. K: okay then, make it quick. Ray walks around the couch and bends over it with his back to the hallway. He feels how great to have Kev’s hands on his ass. He pulls the boxers down to his knees. Kev spits on his finger and pushes the spit up Ray’s hole. He repeats two times to get the hole nice and wet. He takes a large shard and pushes it up the straight boy’s hole. Kev holds his fingers in place, letting the shard dissolve. Ray feels great and relaxes as he hangs over the top of the couch. He remembers that his boxers are down and he starts to reach down for them when he feels something at the entrance of his hole again. R: Okay, you’ve had your fun Kev. Let’s stop now before they come back. The pressure at his hole continues and something pushes in an inch or two. Ray gives a slight moan. R: Okay lets stop. I didn’t sign on for this. GF: But I did Ray turns his head around and standing behind him in the hallway is his girlfriend. Kev pushes more of his dick into the young man. Again Ray moans without thinking. GF: you were gonna let them G me out and fuck me? yeah, well fuck you, you fucking fuck. They told me everything. And especially how you are a tina bottom for sale now. I’m gonna smoke this good shit from Walt. I’m gonna sit here and watch you pay for our shit like a good little gay boy. Kev thrusts forward and bottoms out in Ray. Ray winces at the sudden intrusion but takes it like a man. Walt refills the bowl and passes it to the girlfriend. She takes her hits and starts to make comments as she watches a real man pound his meat into her boyfriend. Walt and GF step back to take in the view. W: I love a good show with some junkies. Ray’s girlfriend watches as her boyfriend pays for their drugs. He gets his ass fucked for a good 25 to 30 minutes, only stopping to take hits. Kev finishes his pounding of Ray’s ass. Ray gets his underwear on and walks by his girlfriend in shame. She tells him to call before going over to collect his shit from her pad. They are now through. She stops to talk with Walt. He hands her a small baggie full of t and she leaves. Kev walks up to Ray. He reaches down and squeezes his ass with his right hand. He reaches for Ray’s dick with his left hand. He finds Ray is hard after all that fucking. K: Hey Walt, looks like your younger brother liked his punishment. W: I knew he was a natural. Walt walks over to his brother and touches his chin. W: Hey Ray, don’t worry. Straight, Gay, bi, these are just labels. What really matters is that you are a Tina whore junkie that will do whatever me and my friends want for more drugs. Chapter 9 – Keeping the Party Going Ray was in one of the best places for a new pnp bottom to be in. He was high and super defeated. He had just been fucked in front of his now ex-girlfriend. He had been fucked by his ex-best friend. He had been fucked by his own older brother. Now he standing in front of his brother and brother’s friend Kev. He was high but he needed to get higher. He needed to get high enough to forget all about his girlfriend leaving him a few hours ago. He had left but ended up returning because he had no other place to go. Once back inside his brother’s pad, he walked over to Kev, reached out his hand and placed it on his chest. He felt the fine chest hair and traced the happy trail down to the top of his boxer shorts. Kev smiled at the defeated twink and placed his hands on the twink’s shoulders. With a little force downward, he guided the straight boy down to level with his growing dick. K: yeah boy, you know what to do. Make me feel good and we’ll take care of you all night long. Ray reached up and yanked Kev’s boxers right now. The dick swung open and nearly slapped Ray in the face. Ray stopped and took in the sight of the man in front of him. He had seen dicks of all shapes and sizes in the locker room before but this was the first time he had seen a white uncut dick before. He did not get the chance to see it last time before it entered him. The pretty white dick was at full mass at full 7 inch glory. The uncut skin hung over the head even while fully hard. Suddenly Ray was brought back to reality by the sounds of a torch lighting a thick pipe over his head. Kev was taking the first hit of a new bowl. He blew the smoke down on Ray as he woke from his daze. Kev handed the pipe down to Ray. The boy took his hit and blew the cloud onto the white dick as he surrounded it with his mouth. K: Again. This time choke on my big dick. I want it in your throat. Ray took his hit. He took his time engulfing the dick this time. He waited until the dick touched the back of his throat before exhaling. This pleased Kev as he started to rock his dick back and forth in the throat. Ray pulled off the dick and looked up. His brother was now side by side with Kev, dropping his boxers down to the floor. The next cloud was blown on his brother’s growing dick. W: yeah, that’s good. You’re getting better at that little bro. K: omg this is so hot knowing this is your brother that is our current cock slave. The two men talked like Ray wasn’t even there. W: no, he’s a tina slave. That’s more desperate than a cock slave. Watch this. Little brother, get on my bed with your ass in the air, now! Ray got up and leaped on the bed. He got head down ass up for his brother. W: See, complete obedience for more Tina. Kev pulled out a large shard and pushed in into the would-be straight boy’s hole. Kev pulled his fingers out and pushed another shard up the hole. Walt got up and went to get some supplies. When he came back, Kev was pushing a third shard up the boy’s hole. Kev was able to push 3 fingers completely in and out of the boy’s hole as it was right then. Walt pulled up some silicone lube and lubed up his fingers. He pushed four fingers into the boys hole. There was some resistance but he searched around and found Ray’s prostate. He rubbed on that button until the four fingers were gliding in and out with ease, all the way to the knuckles. The man pulled out of the teen. Ray almost cried out because he felt so empty inside. Walt got up on the bed and laid down flat. W: come sit on my dick, you dirty Tina whore. Walt rubbed the silicone lube all over his dick and Ray came up and sat right down on it. The new lube was a godsend. Ray could slide up and down on the big brown dick like he was made to do it. Walt pulls Ray down and holds him down while he piston fucks the teen’s hole. Kev’s starts jerking off with the silicone lube all over his own dick. He gets on the bed and slides closer to the two fucking. He gets right behind the teen, watching his light brown cheeks bounce up and down on his friend’s dick. K: Hey Walt, what time is it? W: Oh I think it’s DP time. Don’t you think so, Ray? Ray starts to try to speak with Walt pulls his dick out just long enough for Kev to push a shard up the hole. Kev guides Walt’s dick back to the teen’s hole. The tina makes the hole quiver and weakened the grip. Like clockwork, Kev puts the head of his dick at the boy’s entrance and pushes forward. Ray starts to cry out stop! but Walt throws his hand over the teen’s mouth. Kev reaches around Ray and puts a bottle of poppers to his nose. Ray takes in two good huffs on both sides. His hole relaxes a bit. Just enough for the second dickhead to push completely into the hole. POP! Again Ray starts to cry out and again his mouth is covered. K: Just fucking let me in already. W: yeah, you know you’ll like it once it’s inside of you. Tears streak down Ray’s cheeks as the second dick pushes forward. The silicone lube helps out huge and both dicks are fully inside the teen in a matter of seconds. Ray tries to buck back and forth trying to pry one or both dicks out of his stretched hole but every movement just helps to push the dicks in him further. Walt lets go of his brother and Ray tries to twist and turn his way free but he is sandwiched between the two men. Eventually the two dicks start to rub Ray the right way and he starts fucking himself down on the intruders. Kev starts long dicking the boy until he feels his nut build up. He pushes forward down to the hilt and unloads his load in the teen. He pulls out and looks at the cum around Walt’s dick. Just dripping from the used hole. Walt turns the boy over and fucks him missionary style for a few minutes. He doesn’t last long feeling how loose and wet the hole it now. Walt slams into and seeds his brother’s hole with another load. The two men gave Ray a short break to rest up. After about 15 o 20 minutes, they were back to playing around. Moans and grunts were the only sounds coming from the bottom. It was hard for him to think clearly on anything other than his hole. Walt kept fingering him with the four fingers as Kev went around to the boy’s front. Kev lit up the pipe, took his hit and gave Ray a big shotgun. He repeated the shotgun three more times. Then the two men stared at each other and both were in silent agreement. Kev took in a fat hit and blew the cloud into Rays lungs. At the same time, Walt worked in the four fingers with his thumb into the boy’s hole. As soon as the entire hand was passed the ring, Ray clenched down on it. More moans escaped from the boy’s mouth. He wiggled his ass like that would get the fist out of his stretched hole, but Walt stayed planted in place. Kev gave another shotgun. This time Walt reached under the boy and jerked his semi hard dick. With the fingers inside the ass, he played with the boy’s prostate while twirling his fingers about. The boy was now moaning and drooling – a complete mess of a boy. Another shotgun and he relaxed enough for the fist to come out. Walt and Kev trade places. Walt starts giving Ray shotguns, just feeding him cloud after cloud. Kev rubs the silicone lube on his fingers, getting them ready to invade. Just as he is about to push in, he throws in a shard into the gapping hole. He sprinkles some powder on his lubed hand and then pushes inside Ray. As Kev’s fingers begin touching Ray’s insides, the boy starts drooling again and begins to push back on the fingers. Kev has slightly bigger hands than Walt so it takes a big of pressure to get the entire fist inside the boy but it pops in nonetheless. All the tina inside the boy’s stretched hole is making Ray’s insides burn. He’s rocking back and forth, practically riding the man’s fist. Kev stretches his fingers inside the boy and more grunts escape the boy’s mouth. Walt pushes his dick in the drooling mess of a mouth Ray has. He fucks the front of the boy as Kev fists him from behind. Kev advances his fist further inside the boy. The boy’s stretched hole is around Kev’s wrist now. Kev pushes further slowly until the boy starts to whine like a scared animal. K: fucking bitch, take that fist.

Apologies everyone, I'm extending to wrap this up fairly quickly so two more parts to come but I've been traveling for work a lot this last week so its been long days at airports and crashing at hotels. My goal is to get these last two parts out before I had out on a cruise in the Caribbean on February 14th.

Sorry, for the delay... had to rewrite a lot, didn't feel the first draft. Hope you enjoy. Part 13 Mark is swallowing hard as another load of mine hits his throat. It is unbelievable, but since I got the flu, I am horny all the time. Even as Mark told me about his fuck with my brother Luke, I barely could keep my cock from leaking, my precum leaving a wet spot on my briefs. It has been four weeks since I got it and now, after all is back to normal, I am just ready to fuck all the time. ‘Thank you love’ I say with heavy breathing. ‘Oh, no need, but we need to get all that horniness somehow out of your system. I cannot fuck, jerk or suck you off every 2 to 3 hours. Even I have my limits.’ ‘I know. It really has become extreme. But what do you think I could do about it?’ ‘Maybe you could hit the gym a little more’ Mark says teasingly. ‘Are you calling me…’ Mark stops my rambling with a kiss, the taste of my cum on his lips and tongue. ‘No, but you have been lazy in the last weeks, well you were sick, but it’s time you get your groove back. I don’t want you to lose this nice big ass of yours’ He grabs my left cheek forcefully and envelopes me in another kiss. We keep making out for a few minutes, until the sound of the doorbell stops us. ‘Oh fuck, I guess that’s Luke and Tony. They are a little early’ I say quickly. ‘Well, you better open that. I still need to get dressed; you are at least somewhat presentable.’ Mark walks to the bedroom, his hairy naked ass bouncing beautifully. I pull my jeans back up and put my semi-hard cock safely away. I open the door and are greeted by a shy Tony; Luke is nowhere to be seen. ‘Hey Thomas, I know I’m a little early. But Luke said it would be okay’ he says quietly. ‘Of course, come in.’ I hug him but somewhat tells me he needs this more than just as a greeting. His arms wrap around my back tightly; his head lies on my chest and I pat his shoulder. ‘Tony, what is wrong? Is everything ok with Luke?’ I try to say as calmly as possible Tony steps back, his eyes red. ‘Oh yeah, sorry. No… no, this has nothing to do with Luke. Fuck, don’t worry about it, it’s just my stuff, nothing important’ ‘It looks important to me Tony, tell me’ ‘Well… I applied for a job and didn’t get it. It wasn’t even a good job, but they didn’t even invite me for an interview… and... I don’t know it just hurts.’ ‘Let me guess, your first rejection?’ I ask a little amused as Luke has told me, that Tony has been the best of his class with an impressive collection of internships, even internationally under his belt. He probably never got rejected in his life. ‘Well, yes.’ He says with a little smile ‘I guess I’m overreacting… being stupid’ ‘Stop, nothing about your reaction is stupid, and yes, rejections hurt, no matter in what circumstances or if you really wanted it or not. It is…’ But I couldn’t finish my sentence as Tony’s phone started to ring, he had an unbelievable awful ringtone. I gestured him to answer it in the living room, which he did reluctantly. Apparently, this wasn’t a normal caller. I gave him some space and walked to the bedroom looking for Mark, who was holding his rubber shirt with a big biohazard symbol on it in his hands. ‘Well, that’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?’ ‘Hey, come on… today we will figure out if you are finally poz, and I want to be dressed appropriately’ ‘Fine, just hurry. Tony is here and he isn’t in the best mood.’ But apparently that changed as we both heard happy screams in the living room. As we both enter, we see Tony fist pumping the air and jumping up and down. ‘Well…’ I break his celebration ‘I guess you got some good news?’ ‘Oh sorry… Yes, it was the best news… I got a job interview at an art gallery I already interned years back. I loved it there and they want me back, full-time… I am so happy’ He came to me and hugged me tightly, Mark throwing me a devilish look, which I dismissed with a warning stair. But Mark never listens to my warnings. ‘Hey, Tony why don’t we celebrate in style.’ Mark says teasingly. ‘You mean like this’ Tony answers and steps closer to Mark to kiss him deeply. My confusion is apparently written all over my face, because when both end their kiss, they look at me and start to laugh. ‘Oh love’ Mark starts ‘Tony is from here, Luke met him here, he is poz….’ ‘He is part of your group’ I say perplexedly. ‘Exactly, for almost two years now. Even though, he doesn’t know how he got poz, he embraced it full heartedly. And yes, we have fucked multiple times, but surprisingly not since I met you and he Luke.’ ‘Well, I guess we should change that’ Tony says with a voice I don’t recognise. He kisses Mark again and I still watch them like a moron, but then Tony breaks the kiss. In a very seductive motion, he turns around and his eyes find mine, while all of his body is pressed against Mark, whose hands slide all over Tony. But it is Mark’s kiss on Tony’s neck that gets me out of my confusion, and I finally take a step forward. Tony is now pressed between mine and Mark’s body. I look into Tony’s eyes and can see the lust, the hunger in them, which arouses me immensely. My rock-hard cock is pressing against my jeans, Mark’s hand already caressing it through the fabric. He moves his hands to my waistband and pulls us three even tighter together. At that point I can’t resist Tony’s mouth any more and kiss him hungrily. It is sloppy and wet but wow this little twink can kiss. I only break the kiss to welcome Mark’s tongue in my mouth, while I feel Tony slowly kissing his way down my shirt, which he is unbuttoning quickly. Only a minute later all our clothes are on the floor, we are still standing in the middle of the living room, thrusting our naked bodies against each other. Tony is now facing Mark, while my cock is riding along his ass crack. They are wrapped in a deep, sloppy kiss. Mark’s hairy chest against the smooth skin of Tony is just a strong beautiful contrast, that arouses me increasingly the more I look at them. I take a step back and sit myself on the couch, watching them both. I stroke my already leaking cock, the precum wetting my hand. When I motion to lick my hand clean, I feel another hand on my wrist. It is Tony, who is taking my hand and pushing it towards his ass crack, his ass hole. I understand immediately and with deliberate touches to my cock, I collect my precum to lube up his hole. Mark keeps kissing him throughout while I work his hole open. After what felt like seconds, but must have been a few minutes, Tony breaks the kiss with Mark and sits himself on my lap. He gives me a deep kiss, pulling my hair so my head tilts back forcing his tongue down my throat. While we kiss, Tony grabs my cock and positions it at his hole. He breaks the kiss and looks me in the eyes, before he let himself slide down my cock. Tony rides me violently, he might be looking like a nerdy twink, but he is a relentless fucker. As he rides me, Mark has decided to position himself on top of me, giving me his beautiful cock to suck, which is still the best tasting cock I know. After a while, I can feel Tony getting closer to the edge and Mark notices it too. But Mark has other plans, so he signals Tony to slow down his riding, which he does and then gives me a nod. I understand instinctively. Without a word I take Tony’s face in my hands and pull him towards me, trapping him in a deep kiss. My arms wander around his back to keep him bend close to me, and then I feel the shutter through his body as Mark enters him too. This was my first time DPing someone as a top, usually I take the cocks, do not give them. But feeling the muscles of Tony tense and relax brings me over the edge. I am so turned on by the sensation that I cannot announce my climax, but just flood Tony’s hole silently. Mark notices immediately as his thrusting is now slicker than before. However, we both hadn’t noticed that Tony already came, because after my cock slips out of his hole and Mark keeps fucking him while Tony still sits on top of me, I realise that my chest hair and stomach are covered in cum. As I look at my body and then back at Tony, I see a smile on his face. He is so beautiful and happy, I hope he will be my brother’s boy for a long time. Mark finally reaches his orgasm and collapses on top of us. Feeling the weight of Tony and Mark on top of me is sensational, I am drained of everything I’ve got, but my cock is already itching again. We entangle ourselves and relax on the couch, no one in a hurry to get cleaned up. Suddenly, we hear the door open as Luke, who still has keys from his last time here, enters the apartment. ‘Hey guys, I’m…’ But he cannot finish his sentence. He looks at us and a knowing smile shows on his face. ‘So, I guess you couldn’t handle that I beat you in our race, Tony’ Mark and I look at each other quizzically. ‘What race?’ Mark asked. ‘Oh, sorry’ Luke says with some embarrassment now ‘Tony bet, that he would sleep with Thomas before I could sleep with Mark, but I won and he is a sore loser’ ‘Well, I’m not sure you can call this losing’ I said teasingly. ‘Well, then he is second at least. Now, lets finish out brotherly race, I probably have lost, but here are the tests. Let’s go’ Luke took a seat on the couch and pulled out two hiv tests, which of course are only a way to decide our little race privately, but if positive a trip to our doctors is needed to have real confirmation. It is a surreal situation, three naked men, my little brother fully clothed and not bothered at all. We take the test separately, but Mark and Tony decided they would look at the results, to apparently increase the suspense. Mark of course has now put on his rubber shirt, the biohazard symbol flashing against the sun light, but that’s all he’s wearing his cock swinging peacefully between his legs. I stare at him and cannot believe this man has chosen me. ‘So, guys’ Mark interrupts my thoughts ‘We have the results, for one of you’ ‘What?’ I ask confused. ‘I already took a test yesterday…’ Luke intercepts ‘…and it’s neg. This is for you, hopefully this is your poz birthday. I don’t want to take that away from you’ I pull my brother towards me and give him a tight hug, realising a little late, that I am still naked. ‘Ah, next time please have at least your cock put away’ Luke scolds me ‘We have become quite open, but I don’t need to touch that’ he adds teasingly. We all laugh, but then Mark calms us down to give the results. ‘Thomas, my love, happy poz birthday, you are officially poz now.’ He shows me the test, which clearly confirms it. With a big smile on my face, I go to Mark and hug him tightly. Our cocks touching, while I start to kiss him deeply. Tony and Luke congratulate me, after I finally break free from Mark. As we sit on the couch, still naked except Luke, Mark’s face changes slightly. ‘Mark, everything alright?’ I ask a little to concerned. ‘Yeah, don’t worry… overthinking definitely runs in your family’ he says to Luke ‘I just realised something.’ ‘And what’s that?’ ‘Those two better leave now, because no matter what I said an hour ago…. I want to fuck you relentlessly today.’ Luke and Tony didn’t needed to hear another word, they were ready to get out of here quickly. But apparently not quick enough as Mark pulls me on his lap and pushes his cock inside, before Tony was fully dressed and Luke could close the door behind them.

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

This happened 2 years ago but i really want to share it because i cant keep my mind off it. Ever since i can remember i have been playing with my hole, many household items, toys and fingers have passed through but never a real cock. I tried multiple times by going to cruising zones and parks but everytime someone would aproach me a gigantic feeling of anxiety would come over me and i would bail on it. The night in question was no different, i already spend 2 hours driving around to various area's. Getting out of my car only dressed in a jockstrap hiding my chastity cage and a t-shirt. But everytime someone would react to me i would just bolt out of there and drive away. Getting annoyed with myself i decided to go to one of the best known cruising spots next to the highway, normally there is like 10 people there at anytime. But by now it was 4AM so there were only 2 cars there. I figured this is it, i would walk into the woods, wait a minute or 2 and if noone shows up i was gonna go home. I get out of the car and walk into the woods with a tiny blanket, put it on the ground just in the treeline but right next to a path and got down doggystyle with my ass pointing towards the path. First nothing happened, my heart was racing, but i was counting down in my mind, keeping myself there till i got to 2 minutes. In the last 15 seconds i hear footsteps behind me. My heart drops, but i use everything in my might to just stay put, wiggle my ass around a bit and seconds later i feel a hand on me... No words said, he unzips and puts his bare cock in my hole, my entire mind is screaming at me to get out of there, but my body just pushes backwards taking him in completely. About half a minute of being fucked later i can feel him fill me up, and he gets up and leaves. About half a minute after him i get up and run back to my car and speed away. Ever since then i have not been able to get myself to go through with it again, my anxiety is still through the roof, but i cant stop thinking about being used and filled up by him.

sounds 🔥 if i were you i'd be back there every night 😜

I hide it from my BF. Wearing jockbriefs, crew socks and t-shirt all with mine and my buddy's cum on them. I've amassed a collection.

Went to steamworks last night. Really didnt expect too much being a Wednesday, but I threw on my pup hood and got in the sling. Surprisingly took 4 loads in an hour and a half. 1st cock, fit older guy involved 2 rounds of playing before he cummed. 2nd was a black guy who had the best dick of the night, I felt every bit of it sliding in and out of me and I knew I was gonna make him cum fast. 3rd was a slower paced fuck but the guy gave me a couple of his loads. The last was a guy I follow on TikTok that talks about his adventures at Steamworks, and I figure he was wanting to nut before leaving the bathhouse. I just checked his TikTok and sure enough he made a quick comment about fucking a pup at Steamworks🤭

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

As I've said in other stories, I do a lot of time online, chatting with poz guys, usually just to get my cock worked up and blow a load. But from time to time, I have crossed the "line" and actually acted on these pozitive impulses. This was one of those times. It was a late night in the city of angels, or early morning if you choose. I was a little tipsy from a night of cocktails. I was home, alone, and horny. I ended up on AOL cruising the guys in the chat rooms. I don't remember who I talked to, but I remember the one who made me act. I'd found some poz bottom who wanted to get fucked. He was only a mile or so away from me, right off of Hollywood Blvd. For whatever reason my brain works the way it does, I made the decision to go fuck this poz bottom. Little did I know how poz he was. I showed up at his apartment. I found the door ajar and went inside. The lights were dim, but I could still see most everything. Laying on the bed was the poz bottom. Not only was he poz, but he looked like he had full blown AIDS. This was the first time I had ever been with someone who "looked" poz. Scrawny is being nice, he was thin as a rail, with some of his bones visible. I should have turned around and left, but instead, I got naked. There was something intensely exciting about this wasted human being, who though caught in the grips of the AIDS monster, still wanted to feel me inside him. I went to the bed and slid in next to him. He was naked and looked like he had already been using a dildo on himself. The dildo sat on the table next to his bed, as did a bottle of lube. I asked him if he wanted me to use the dildo on him. He asked me if I came over to use a dildo on him, or my cock. Sassy little fuck. I told him I was there to fuck him. I felt his hole, noticing it was very well lubed. I mentioned he sure had used a lot of lube on his ass. He told me some was lube, but that some was cum because he had already been fucked twice that night. That made my cock even harder. No need to waste anymore time, I got to it. I positioned myself between his legs, with him on his back. I gripped his skeletal legs and lifted them over my shoulders, and rubbed the head of my cock along the crack of his ass, teasing his hole. I could feel the cum from the previous fucks lubricating my tip. Then, directed by that voice in my head, I slid my cock inside him. His hole felt so hot, and so, so good. I began to pump him slowly. I looked at him while I fucked, but his eyes were closed. He just gripped my arms with his boney fingers, squeezing me as I picked up speed. His hole wasn't tight in any way when I entered him, but now it was like I was fucking a knot in a tree. And I don't have a small cock either. It isn't a monster, but it satisifies. I'm average girth and a little over 7" long, so I can get the job done, whether I'm fucking a wasted AIDS bottom or a young, beautiful, sorority girl, who has no idea the double life I lead. So I continued fucking him. I wasn't there to impress him, nor for that matter did I care if he even enjoyed it. I was there to cum. So I concentrated on how hot his hole felt. It really did feel like he was burning up inside. I imagined that is was the AIDS that had his hole so hot. That did it for me. I felt myself start to go and I exploded my seed deep inside him. I pumped him harder, each time feeling his bones pressing into me. I spurted and spurted, letting him drain my balls. When I finished my cock grew soft and fell out of his gaping hole. He didn't say anything, just rolled over giving me a view of his skeletal back. I guessed he was finished. And since I was too, I threw my clothes back on. On my way towards the door, I saw a couple different dildos sitting on a shelf. I took one and walked out the door. I knew I wanted to use the same dildo in my ass that had been inside this AIDS bottom. It didn't take me five minutes when I got home to get that thing inside me. As I fucked myself with his dildo I could almost feel his AIDS juice, dried on the rubber, warming up and entering my soul. The funniest part of this story, is that some time later I ended up fucking him again. You see, I had found him online again, and he remembered me and accused me of stealing his dildo. I denied it, but he had me dead to rights. I gave in and admitted it. I told him how much I wanted him to fuck me and I thought the dildo would be good enough. I told him I had fucked myself several times with his dildo. I guess this got him excited, because he told me if I brought it back to him, I could fuck him again. Well I was just tipsy enough again to cross the line, so I went back over to his place. I put the dildo back where I had found it and twenty minutes later left his place, having shot my neg cum inside him a second time. I never saw him online again. I don't know what happened to him. I assume he probably died, because he was a shell of a person when I had my way with him. But maybe, just maybe, he is somewhere, lubed up, using that dildo on himself, thinking about the two times the neg guy bred his AIDS ass.

Of course! I always go ATM when ive been fucked, showing my appreciation of the top. If im in a group, i love to stick my tongue in all around a cock fucking a hole, adding spit, licking the juices oozing out making sure its not wasted and giving some extra sensations to the other two. Love it! It shlws the top how good of a pig i am too. some tops think they're done after cumming, but when i quickly continue once they're out, not loosoing a second of horny time, sometimes my atm is what makes them horny to continue a second round.

Had a wonderful morning fuck with a couple I play with often, both are built like a brick wall, huge muscles, lots of stamina and big thick dicks! 10" and 12", thick as an arm and the 12 has a huge mushroom head the just pops my second hole so good! we start with some basic making out in the living room, them feeling my pre-loaded hole (thanks to my beloved partner hehe) and and I straddled the one with the 10" making out and teasing his dick with my hole till he started pushing in. I sat on it till he was balls deep in me as his partner fed me poppers till soon after I was riding him hard and fast, I was doing a good job gripping his dick with my fuck hole he soon pushed in deep and flooded my hole with huge load. when he calmed down I got up off his dick and laid between his legs, taking him in my mouth tasting the cum and my ass juices as his partner came from behind and pushed in his mushroom head in, it was a bit of a struggle being early in the morning and not doing my stretches but the intoxicating smell of cum, sweat and poppers that his partner fed me and I felt that POP my eyes were rolling in my head with bliss and he had no mercy on me, shoving slowly but surely all the way in till he was pushing past my second hole, oh boy I was moaning like crazy as he kept pounding it till he was in. I came instantly handsfree, my entire body shook as I was having such an intense orgasm! but he was just beginning. after he was balls deep in me, I felt his huge balls resting on me as he gave me a few seconds to adjust my insides to his dick before starting to pound me hard. he loves pulling all the way out to the point his mushroom head stretched my hole and pushing all the way in, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat! I was in pig heaven, he always gives me continuous anal orgasms and my locked cock is just leaking like a faucet! He kept this pace for a while till finally he roared and exploded in my hole as I felt every shot in my tender hole 🐷 He kept his dick deep in me till he started to deflate a bit and as he pulled out I quickly turned around and was able To take him in my mouth (I can't fit it once he's fully hard lol) I just love the taste of warm dick right after they finish breeding my pussy!!🐷 his partner on the other hand was already rock hard again and slid in effortlessly and it felt so good taking him again in my cum filled hole. he the sat back on the couch and he pulled me with him, not taking his dick out for a second and he was bouncing my body like I was a fleshlight, I was in cumdump heaven. that's when I realized the other guy getting hard again too and standing right above me before lowering himself and placing his mushroom head on my hole as I was still being pounded by his partner. I just nodded as they fed me poppers heavily and braced myself to take em both in my soon to be stretched pussy as his partner started to push in. boy was that a struggle! Then came that pop and he was in. i felt like i was gonna faint there but the feeling was just so good being stretched like that, almost like a double fist! They pushed in, slowly but surely till I was filled, both deep in my hole and at this point I was just mumbling and begging them to never stop using me. they ramped up their pace and started really pounding me for nearly 30 min straight till they dumped another big load deep in me and pulling out I was sad to feel so empty and I my hole was gaping leaking with cum, I tried to collect as much as I could and eat it while I was cleaning their dicks from all their cum, my ass juices and saw some streaks of blood as they tore me up. i was a complete mess, soaking from all the cum that I was leaking combined with theirs as I was getting dressed slowly as they laughed at me and kicked me out jokingly cause they had to leave soon lol went back home and just crashed on the bed like that, still soaking with cum and sweat 💦🐷

Pretty heavy smoker here I love it. I never plan on quitting or cutting down either. I'm right around 2 packs a day.

I'm loving that Dan is slowly awakening to his true self. Maybe a pool party is all it will take, or Rick has some guests round and he is drawn in. So many options, and I am looking forward to where @mancoco leads us!

I got into work just after 7am. Professor Post was waiting for me. "Sorry for being late Professor", I said apologetically "It's ok just don't let it happen again. I am relying on you Dan" the Professor said. He was behind a filing cabinet and when he walked out he was in biking clothes. I looked him over. "I didn't have time to change, is this ok", he said looking at me and smiling "Yes it's fine", I said in a soft manner He was in a tight biking shirt and was wearing biking spandex shorts. It hugged his body and you could see the outline of his cock. It was big like 8" and turgid. He saw me scan his body. "I'm glad you like my outfit. You bicycle?" he asked "No" I replied trying to stare. I could also see he had two nipple rings pushing out thru his shirt. "Good sit down here next to my desk" he said putting his arm around my shoulder. I could smell his musty scent. He smelled good. Not like Rick but it was musty and manly. I sat down facing him and he sat in his desk leaned back in his chair with his legs wide open. I tried to keep eye contact but glanced on occasion on his now hardening cock and I could see his balls pushing out. "You a first year student" he asked "Yes I took a break after high school then finally decided to go to college", I said "That's good. A college education can open up your mind to different things and you can lean new ideas" the Professor said "I like to teach my student to expand their minds and unlearn some things" he said looking me over. He had piercing beautiful eyes and I could feel them go over me. I could feel my cock start to get hard. As I was rushing again this morning I was wearing athletic shorts today. They weren't short like the last time but they weren't long either. Maybe 4" shorts. It still showed off my legs and my ass as they were a little tight. "You can always come to me if you need help with anything, ok?" he said and reached out and patted my leg. As he did so I could see his hard cock pushing out of his tight spandex shorts. I hoped he didn't notice but we were so close he smiled. I nodded and used my notebook to hide my hardening cock. I brought up the things we needed to talk about and we worked through them. He rolled back closer to his desk. At the end of our meeting. He scooted over in his chair again and put his hand on my thigh. "Thank you for helping me with this project. I like working with you." he said as he lightly squeezed my thigh. "I enjoy it to Professor. I better get going", I said I stood up using my bag to hide my turgid cock. "You exercise a lot?" he asked as I was walking out "Not really, why?" I asked "You look so fit and have really nice legs", he said smiling "Thank you Professor" I said back feeling warm and not sure why. As I was talking he pulled up his tight spandex shorts and it showed his large cock and balls more clearly. He saw me look and smiled. I walked out blushing. I walked out dropped my stuff at my desk in the office and went to get coffee and something to eat before class. As I walked, I thought about what just happened. How I got aroused just being with the Professor. Being complimented by him and having him check me out made me feel sexy. It was a strange feeling. I was getting hard just from thinking about it. I had to calm down.

No disrespect intended to the folks suffering in Minnesota right now, but anyone feeling the mayor of Minneapolis?

Chapter 5 – Coming To. Ray opens his eyes. The room is dark and is hard for him to focus on anything. The only light is coming from the tv. It’s playing porn still. Ray heard the video before he could focus on the video. The video is of some tweeked out twink being double teamed by a latino man and a black man. One at each hole. The man fucking the twink’ mouth is blowing clouds down on the bottom. This brings back the memories of how Ray got in the current situation. The memory of his brother smoking him out. The memory of sucking on his brother’s dick. The memory of smoking while he was rimmed. And finally, he remembered his brother penetrating his virgin hole. It took him a moment to fully recall the whole experience but It all came back to him. He felt so horny still. He became aware that he was jerking himself off while reminiscing on the earlier events. Still hard as a rock. He thought to himself, how long have I been passed out? That’s when Ray heard his brother from the other side of the room. W: oh look who finally came to. Ray heard another person snicker along with his brother. Someone else was with them now. Ray could not make anyone out in the darkness but he definitely heard a second voice. He found it hard to focus. Ray remembered that he was in a G hole and would need some time to come out of it. Damn his need for drugs and more drugs. Ray thought to himself that he should get up, grab his shit, and run out of there. As if reading his mind, Walt commanded his brother’s attention. W: Hey little bro. Want another hit? Without thinking, Ray nodded his head. His body betrayed his inner struggle to run away. W: hold up. Our guest has a special request. He wants to see how desperate you are for more tina straight boy. I’ve shown him a pic of your used hole. He wants to see it used in front of his own eyes. The thought of your desperation makes him hard. Ray gulped. What had he gotten himself into? He knew he should say fuck this shit and run but his brother had all the drugs. And he needed more. Always needed more. Walt came into the light of the tv with a new pipe with a huge bowl. It looked like double the size of the bowl he was used to using. It also had a thick stem. The quality of the pipe was definitely more than he was used to. Walt picked up a torch and ignited the flame. He bounced the flame on the bowl and melted the huge puddle inside. He released a huge cloud that filled the area exposed by the light of the tv. Walt handed the pipe down to his little brother. Ray lit up and exhaled the biggest hit he has taken so far the evening. He greedily took 3 more hits before he realized that his brother was shaking his dick in the air in front of him. Ray’s eyes looked up at his big brother, pleading with him to stop this humiliation. When the eye contact did nothing, Ray started to mumble out loud. R: please, Walt. Please brother, please don’t make me do this. Not again. I’m straight man. I have a girlfriend. W: yeah, I know you have a girlfriend. She comes around here trying to get at my dick for drugs too. Stupid bitch doesn’t get anywhere with me though. She doesn’t have the right equipment for my tastes. So she blows my friends for some smoke here and there. But from where I’m standing, you seem to be the better cock suckers anyways. And you have a tighter ass than she does. I mean, everyone has hit that at least once or twice. But you’re so new and tight, you put her to shame. Ray had a look of defeat on his face. W: oh come now, you have to have known she gives her mouth and holes up for drugs. Besides, you have no moral high ground to stand on. I mean, you sucked off your own brother. You took dick from your own brother. You got bread by your own brother, like a brand new cum whore junkie that you are. Just enjoy yourself and your new position. Ray knew what his brother wanted. He took in another hit and lunged forward engulfing the dick. White clouds escaped around the dick in his mouth. This made Walt and his guest start to chuckle again. W: See, I told you so. My brother, the little cock sucker.. Ray was lost in the giving the blowjob but he listened to the two men laughing. The voice sounded familiar but in his present condition, he could not making out who it was. Beside, it didn’t matter who it was. All that mattered was making his brother’s dick happy because that meant more drugs for him. He had to keep his mind on the drugs or he feared that he would go crazy given his current state. Walt pulled his now hard dick out of his brother’s mouth and slapped his face with the thick head. He let the trail of precum leak all over the boy’s face. He pulled his dick away and took a step backwards. This left Ray on his knees in front of the dimly lit area of the TV. Walt walked away for a brief moment and came back with a blindfold. He placed it on his little brother’s eyes and tied it really snug. W: you’ll leave this on. If you take it off or it falls off before I take it off, then you leave right then without any tina in your pockets. Keep the party going for me and my friend here and you’ll have something in your pocket later. Nod if you understand. He nods indicating that he understood. W: Good boy. Now my friend here is paying for your drugs right now. Come over here and make his dick feel appreciated. Good little straight boy tina slut. Ray was totally in the dark but walked on his hands and knees. He followed the sound of the other man’s laughing. He reached his pants. Ray reached up to the fly and unzipped him. He heard the man’s pants fall to the ground. Ray reached forward again, this time feeling the man’s dick tenting in his boxer briefs. He pulled the man’s dick out and jerked the growing dick. The man spoke in a hushed voice. Man: Lick my head. Make my head nice and wet bitch. Wet my 9 inches of meat. Ray did as he was told. He leaned forward and met the man’s boner. He licked the mushroom head like it was a lollipop. He was rewarded with some precum dripping from the piss slit. W: Good little whore. Here you go. You are starting to earn this. The pipe was pushed to Ray’s lips and Walt lit the bulb for him. W: I’ll light it. just take a moment and breath the tina in. No lazy hits today. I want to see you fucked up. I know you wanna get nice and fucked up. Walt twisted the pipe for his brother and Ray sucked in a huge cloud. He blew it out and immediately put his mouth back on the pipe. This second hit was faster and deeper. The third hit was well placed. He put his mouth on the dick in front of him and started making out with the dick. Smoke leaked out from the sides of his mouth. Without much prompting, Ray started full on blowing this stranger. He did as he was told to. Hands appeared on the back of his head pushing him further down on the throbbing dick. Ray gagged on the intruding meat in his throat. He backed off with spit leaking from his mouth to the mushroom head. Again the pipe was put to his mouth and the bowl lit for him. After two more good hits, Ray returned his mouth to the dick in front on him. Without warning, the man pushed his entire dick into Ray’s throat. He gagged a bit but hands were placed on the back of his head and Ray couldn’t get away. He was forced to swallow the entire length. Again the chuckles of his brother and than man could be heard echoing in the room. Man: That’s right, swallow my meat. You know just how I like it. Ray heard the words and froze. The man kept his rhythm and fucked Ray’s throat but Ray was still as could be. He knew he recognized that voice from the chuckling. The realization of who the man was made him start coughing. The man felt waves of pleasure with his dick in the whore’s throat as he coughed. It almost put him over the edge. Almost. The man pulled his phlegm covered dick out and smacked Ray’s cheeks with the access drool. Chapter 6 – Who’s the Homo Now? Man: Did little Ray just put one and two together? Walt walked away from the scene and to the nearest wall. He flicked the light switch on and the room became illuminated. At first this blinded Ray, as his eyes were used to the dim light of the TV. It took a moment, but his eyes adjusted and a look of horror came upon his face. There standing in front of Ray was his ex-best friend Zeek. Ray was in shock. How did he find himself in this situation. Naked, hard as can be, and sucking off his ex-bestie. Z: yeah buddy. I just love how well you suck my cock. Especially since I’m supposed to be the no good homo, right? Walt walked back to the two and feigned shock. W: Why, whatever do you mean by that Zeek? Z: Oh well, back when me and your brother were younger and just starting to smoke out, I let out a secret after one of our jerk off sessions. I told him that I was bisexual and liked guys sometimes. This freaked him the fuck out. He said I was hitting on him and only wanted to get at his dick. So he called me a dirty homo and kicked me to the side like yesterday’s left overs. W: oh damn. He did you dirty like that? Z: yeah, fucked up huh? Well, who’s laughing now? Who wants who’s dick now? All Ray could do is sit there in embarrassment. He had become lower than low. He wanted to get up and run away and never look back. But he looked over at his brother Walt, whom was waving the pipe as he reloaded it. This made him complacent and he remained in place. Zeek looked to his side and saw the pipe getting reloaded. He waved at Walt. Z: Plan C bro. W: Okay. I’m down Walt walked off to his dresser and came back with a baggie of powdered Tina. He handed it to Zeek. Zeek reached in and grabbed a pinch of powder and drizzled in on the head of his dick. He grabbed another pink and drizzled in on the length of his 9 inch dick. Z: oh come on now my little bitch. Come clean off my dick with your hot little mouth. Take it back in your throat in one go and we’ll start the pipe again. Ray went from frozen with fear to horny slut in the flash of second. He lunged forward and took the 9 inch monster into his throat like a seasoned whore. Once it was in, he started to gag but Zeek held him head in place. There was no escape from the situation. Ray’s mouth was filled with the awful chemical taste of raw Tina. But he loved the effect. He felt the headrush immediately. Before he knew it, a brown bottle of poppers were placed to his nostrils. Zeek held the bottle in place while Ray took a hit from each side of his nose. Zeek felt Ray hit the rush from the poppers and felt his throat relax. He took the opportunity to start to jackhammer Ray’s throat. Zeek’s balls were smacking Ray’s bottom lip. Z: yeah, I love this you dirty bitch. Zeek continued to assault Ray’s mouth for a few minutes. When he finally pulled his dick out, Walt immediately had the pipe up to Ray’s used mouth. Ray puffed out 3 good sized clouds. He tried to get back at Zeek’s dick but was slapped to the right cheek. The slap bounced in the room. Walt handed the pipe over to Zeek. He took a few hits himself before returning the pipe to Walt. Z: Hey Walt, help the chem whore to the bed. Put him on his back. Walt walked over to Ray and helped him to his feet. He walked Ray to the bed and had him sit on the edge. Zeek walked over and maneuvered Ray into the spread eagle position. Z: yeah, I like to see a good whore show off the hole before I strike. Hey Ray, play with your hole for me you Tina slut. Ray reached between his legs and started to finger himself. Walt bend down and spit on Ray’s hole to help him out with some lube. The spit helped revitalize the load that was already deposited into his ass before. Ray was pushing three fingers into himself. Walt approached Zeek with another baggie. This time, this baggie was filled with large shards. Zeek picked two out and handed the baggie back to Walt. Zeek approached the bottom as he assaulted his own hole with his fingers. Zeek grabbed the hand and pulled the fingers out. He placed the first shard into Ray’s hole and released his hand. Ray pushed the shard into himself. When he got all three fingers back in and started to feel the burn he tried to pull his fingers out. Zeek pushed on his hand so that the fingers remained in place. Z: Tell me when the heat stops. R: Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Z: yeah, let me hear it baby. Ray had made a whimper to signal that the burning had stopped. Zeek read the scene and pulled the fingers out of the hole. he placed the second shard just inside the boy’s hole. He placed the tip of his dick at the entrance. Z: Shhh, shhh, shhh… Zeek slowly pushed the second shard into the quivering hole. He stopped for a moment when he had pushed half of his dick into the boy. He waited for the shard to dissolve. Once he felt the hole quiver again, he pushed the rest of his dick into Ray. He bottomed out and held steady with his balls against the bottom’s bottom. Zeek pulled Ray’s legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He then pulled almost entirely out, leaving only his mushroom head inside the warm hole. He slammed back into Ray with full force. Ray tried to yell but found he had all the air punched out of him. He tried to yell, scream, something, but could only make a moaning sound. Zeek kept power thrusting like that over and over and all that he could make out was the damn moaning sound. Ray knew that moaning sound. He was very familiar with that moaning sound. It was the same sound he would get his girlfriend to make when he fucked her. R: Oh gawd… what are you guys doing to me? Ray looked around to try to get his brother’s attention. Surely he would help him and stop the man from raping him. When he found his brother in his view, he noticed that he had his phone out and was recording the whole ordeal. Ray was filled with embarrassment. Not only was he getting fucked like a common whore, not only was he dripping precum by the bucket load, not only was he getting a revenge fucking from his ex-best friend, but his brother was recording it. To Ray this was the stuff of nightmares and he thought this is what hell must be like…that’s what he was thinking but as he thought that, his body was in ecstasy. He kept dwelling on the fact that he was being recorded. The thought made his dick throb. Then without any warning, right in the middle of a passionate thrusting, he let out a loud moan as he shot his thick load all over himself. Zeek looked down at this whore wetting himself from the fucking he was delivering. He started to laugh. His laughs were echoed by Walt’s own laughs. Z: Looks like the little Tina slut loves my dick enough to cream herself. Zeek scoops up some of Ray’s cum and puts it to his own mouth. Oh the amount of times he had jerked off thinking about the taste of this guy’s nut. Now that he tasted it, he felt a sense of relief. He scooped another finger’s worth and tasted it again. This sent him over the edge and he grabbed Ray by the hips. He delivered another warm load into the bowels of the Tina whore. Z: Well, you took my load so well. Who’s the homo now? Zeek and Walt laughed like they were dying of laughter. Zeek collected his clothes and got dressed. He turned to the two brothers. Z: I’ll hit you up later to see if you want another load. And Ray, the next time I see you, I want you to say “I’m a fucking homo and I need another load from my man.” That will be worth a bowl or two. Zeek turned around and headed for the door. Walt threw on a pair of boxers and walked Zeek out the bedroom door. All Ray could do was lay there on the bed on his back and continued playing with his now empty hole.

My mom smoked pall mall non filter for decades and my dad smoked camel, it killed both of them, all through the years I never smoked, but did smoke plenty of pot, I always thought I'd never smoke cigarettes until I met a smoker here on bz, he asked if I smoked i said nah, he said go buy some, it made me hot for it, so I did what I was told, he walked me through how to pack them and how to tear the foil off the front and back off the pack, I was going against the grain knowing what it did to my family, I really love how it felt coating my lungs and smoking up the room, when he asked me to light up that first one and I did and my cock got so hard he asked me if I liked it, I was already wanting to cum, he said slow down and enjoy, we're going to smoke and stroke and edge ourselves by chain smoking and getting lung fucked, damn that was the best, we did that for a couple years then he found a bf and we still love each other but never chat, he opened up a whole new world for me, now 7 years later I still enjoy it every day or try every day, I met a guy a couple weeks ago thats almost his twin, he knows how to lung fuck me really good and edge the fuck out of me and I thank God for him, keeping me on it like I need to be, dsmn I need one now 🚬😵 thanks guys for reading. 🚬💋

Finally 👊 you rewrote it… thanks.

Pecs and some sensitive (wired) nipples.

cumdump bottom making the most of the hours before a red-eye to the east coast. i'll be at Club Z Thursay from 2-9pm. come use my holes. let me worship you dick. bring a buddy. no load refused. i'll update on Thurdsay with the room number, but hpefully one of the sling rooms on the 3rd floor, with frequent forrays into the fuck room up there.

** Fuck boy ** DEFINITION: A man, usually a top, who has no personality and is emotionally detached yet provides consistent reliable big dick, great skill, confidence, and competence with regards to breeding ass. ORIGIN: personal experience

The morning after the tanning room I woke slowly, the way you do when your body remembers more than your mind wants to admit. Sunlight slipped through the blinds and pooled on Joshua’s pillow—the one I still reached for sometimes in the dark, half-expecting to find him there. My ass was still tender, swollen in that soft, used way, hole loose and slick, leaking slow, warm trails of Tim’s cum down my crack and onto the sheets. I clenched experimentally and felt the silky slide of him still inside me, thick and warm, coating every inch. It should have felt wrong. Instead it felt like proof I could still be wanted, could still be filled, could still feel something other than absence. Joshua’s memory was in every breath I took in that bed. He’d been the one who taught me how love could live in your skin—slow, bare, eyes locked while he buried himself deep and whispered “you’re safe with me.” His accident had ripped that away in one brutal second, but it hadn’t erased the shape of him inside me. Now Tim was tracing the same contours—different hands, same care—and that overlap hurt and healed at the same time. I texted him, throat tight: “Still carrying you. Can we talk tonight? My place? I need gentle… and you to hold me when I fall apart remembering him.” His reply was almost immediate: “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. 7 pm. I’ll bring dinner and whatever quiet you need. I’m here for all of it.” Sarah texted at noon, her message landing like a hand on my shoulder: “Tim asked me this morning if it was okay to take you out properly. I told him yes—but only if he’s patient with your heart. He looked at me like he understood. You deserve this kind of soft, Moshin. Joshua would want you held like this.” Tears came fast. She’d spent two years reminding me that surviving didn’t mean forgetting—it meant making room for new love to sit beside the old one. The afternoon passed in quiet ritual. Fresh sheets on our bed. The sandalwood candle Joshua loved flickering low. A single white lily on the nightstand. No plug, no frantic prep—just lube, open heart, clean skin, and the hope that tonight I could honor both loves in the same place. Tim arrived at 7 with takeout from the Italian spot Joshua and I used to haunt—same sauce, same place we’d steal bites from each other’s plates—and a bottle of red. He wore a soft charcoal sweater, jeans, and carried white lilies. He stepped inside, set everything down, then just opened his arms. I walked into them, face pressed to his chest, breathing him in—clean sweat, cologne, safety. We ate on the couch, wine poured, pasta shared slowly. We talked between bites: Joshua’s laugh that used to fill this room, the way he’d kiss the back of my neck while I cooked, the ski accident that stole him in one merciless second, the years I’d kept my body locked because letting anyone in felt like erasing the only man who’d ever made me feel completely seen. I told Tim how Joshua’s love still lived in the way I craved tenderness, how his memory shaped every hope I had for what came next. To ease the weight, Tim pulled a small joint from his pocket—gentle indica, he said, “just to help us breathe.” We shared it on the balcony, Toronto night air cool against our skin, smoke curling up into the dark. The buzz settled over us like a warm blanket, softening the edges of grief, making my body hum with quiet want. Back inside, wine glasses refilled, I leaned in and kissed him—slow, tentative, tasting salt and smoke and possibility. He kissed back the same way—soft, searching, hands cradling my face like I was something fragile and precious. When we moved to the bedroom, I led him to our bed. Paused at the door, heart hammering. Tim wrapped his arms around me from behind, lips at my ear. “We can stay out here,” he whispered. “This is your space. Your memories.” I turned in his arms. “I want you here. In the bed where I felt most loved. Where I can feel it again… with you. Where Joshua’s love can stay, and yours can grow beside it.” His eyes shimmered. He kissed my forehead, then my eyelids, then my mouth—slow, reverent, full of quiet devotion. We undressed each other with aching care: his sweater lifted slowly, revealing the broad chest I’d clung to last night; my sweater eased off, his palms warm on my smooth skin. When we were bare, I took my turn to worship him—kissing his collarbone, tracing the ridges of his abs with my lips, kneeling to take his hardening cock into my mouth. I made love to his body—tongue swirling around the thick, veined shaft, sucking the swollen head until pre-cum coated my tongue in salty strings, hands cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently while I took him deeper, throat relaxing to swallow every inch until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes. I worshipped the way his foreskin pulled back under my tongue, the musky taste of him, the way his thighs trembled and his breath hitched when I hummed around him, vibrating along his length, drawing low groans from his throat. I sucked him with tender devotion—slow bobs, tongue pressing the underside vein, cheeks hollowing as I drew him in, bringing him right to the edge where his cock throbbed against my tongue, pre-cum flowing steadily, before pulling off with a wet pop and kissing the leaking slit. “Moshin… you’re incredible,” he breathed, fingers gentle in my hair, hips rocking softly as I worshipped him. He pulled me up to kiss me—tasting himself on my tongue—then laid me back on the mattress with the gentleness of someone handling something infinitely precious. Kissed every inch—forehead, temples, the hollow of my throat where my pulse fluttered, nipples drawn into wet heat, tongue flicking and teeth grazing until they pebbled hard and aching, down my ribs to the dip of my waist, the curve of my hips. When he reached my hardening cock, he kissed the head tenderly, licked the pre-cum in slow, deliberate stripes, took me into his warm mouth with slow, loving strokes—lips sealing around me, tongue tracing every vein, sucking with gentle suction while one hand rolled my balls and the other teased my slick hole with a single finger, circling the rim before pressing in to the first knuckle, then deeper, curling to brush my prostate until pre-cum leaked steadily from my slit. Tears welled as memories flooded: Joshua’s mouth there once, his gentle teasing, his whispers of forever. I cried then—quiet at first, then deeper, sobs shaking my chest. Tim paused, climbed up, gathered me into his arms. Held me tightly against his heartbeat, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other stroking my back in slow, soothing circles. “Let it out, my love,” he murmured, voice cracking with emotion. “Cry as much as you need. I’ve got you. I’m right here. You’re safe. You’re so deeply loved.” I sobbed into his neck—grief for what was lost, gratitude for what was found, the overwhelming tenderness of being held while I mourned and desired at once. Tim rocked me gently, kissed my hair, whispered soft affirmations: “Joshua loved you so well. You loved him back with everything you had. It’s okay to let someone hold you now. It’s okay to feel this much joy and this much sorrow at the same time. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for all of it.” When the sobs eased into quiet hiccups, desire returned—soft, deep, intertwined with the tenderness. He positioned me on my back, lifted my legs with exquisite care, hooked them over his arms so I was open but cradled. Lubed us both slowly—his bare cock glistening, thick and veined, foreskin pulled halfway back, head flushed and leaking steadily; my hole slick and ready, still tender from last night, twitching under his gaze. He pressed in with infinite patience—the stretch a slow, sweet burn, my walls fluttering and gripping around his thick girth as he sank bare inch by inch, eyes never leaving mine, tears shining in his own. When he bottomed out—balls flush against my ass, throbbing deep inside—he stilled, forehead to mine, breathing with me. “Feel me,” he whispered. “Feel how much I want to be here. With you. In this bed. Holding all of you—the joy, the grief, the love.” He moved with aching tenderness—long, languid rolls of his hips, dragging the swollen head over my prostate with every pass, building ecstasy like a slow-rising tide. The wet, slick sounds of our bodies joining filled the room—slow glides of bare cock in bare hole, my walls sucking him back in with every withdrawal, pre-cum and lube mixing with the remnants of last night’s load to create obscene, squelching friction. My cock leaked steadily onto my stomach in thick strands, untouched, as he rocked into me, his heavy balls tapping softly against my ass with each gentle thrust. I clenched around him deliberately—milking his length, feeling every ridge and vein drag over my sensitive walls—and he groaned low, hips stuttering for a moment before he found the rhythm again, his bare shaft throbbing harder inside me. My arms wrapped his neck, legs locking his waist, pulling him closer. Tears flowed again—remembering Joshua’s gentle rhythm here, his love—and Tim held me tighter, letting me cry out, nurturing me with soft words: “I’ve got you, Moshin. Let it all come. Cry for him. Cry for us. You’re so beautiful when you feel everything. I love you like this—open, tender, whole.” I came first—quiet, shuddering waves, hole clenching softly around his bare shaft in rhythmic pulses, milking him as I spilled between us in warm, gentle ropes that painted my abs and chest, some hitting my chin. He followed—deep, bare throbs flooding me, breeding me with slow, loving pulses while he whispered my name like a vow, arms cradling me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. His cum mixed with mine, warm and thick, leaking out around his softening cock in intimate trails down my crack and onto the sheets. We stayed joined—his cock still twitching inside, cum slowly seeping out—for long minutes. He held me through the afterglow, through the quiet sobs that came not from pain, but from the overwhelming beauty of being loved again. Kissed my tears, stroked my hair, whispered how strong I was, how worthy, how deeply cherished. Later—cleaned up, wrapped in each other under the covers—he traced lazy patterns on my back, lips brushing my temple. “Stay with me tonight?” he asked softly, voice vulnerable. “Not just for this. To support you. To hold you if the memories come back in the dark.” I nodded, tears pricking again. “Yes. Please. I need you here.” My phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. Sarah. “Heard from Tim it was tender tonight. You okay, love?” I smiled through drying tears, Tim’s arms still around me, typed: “Yeah. He held me while I cried for Joshua. Loved me in our bed. He’s staying to support me. It feels like coming home again—to myself, to love.” She replied: “That’s my brave boy. Proud of you both. This is just the beginning.” And it was........ ---‐--‐--------------------------------‐------ As always story based on true events with original names, of course erotica added. Dedicated to those whose lovers were stolen by AIDS, who held hands in hospital rooms while machines beeped and time ran out, who kissed foreheads slick with fever and whispered “I’m here” until the end, who buried their beloveds and then buried their own desire because touch felt like danger, because skin-to-skin carried ghosts of loss: If you’re reading this and the grief still tastes like latex gloves and hospital antiseptic, if the silence in your bed still echoes with labored breathing and the names you called out in the dark, know that I see you—not as a survivor who “moved on,” but as someone who loved so fiercely that the world tried to punish you for it. You carried the guilt of surviving when they didn’t. You carried the fear that wanting again meant betraying the promise you made in those last moments. You carried the belief that your body was a graveyard, that pleasure was a desecration. You are not wrong for craving warmth again. You are not betraying them by letting someone slide inside you raw, by letting their heat flood the places that once held only terror, by letting your body remember how to shake and spill and sob without shame. When your moment comes—when the stretch is slow and careful, when the flood is warm and deep, when you finally let yourself tremble and come apart in someone’s arms—know that every tear you shed carries their name. Every pulse of pleasure honors the love they gave you. Every breath you take after is proof that you refused to let the virus win completely. You loved them in the teeth of a plague. You survived the unimaginable. Now let yourself be loved again—bare, open, trembling, alive. They would want this for you. And you, more than anyone, deserve to feel full, held, wanted—without apology.

Usually if I get a few good thrusts deep into your throat, things are pretty slippery and make for a good start :))). Of course everyone is different and a little silicone works wonders sometimes after that.

Part One: A Blinking Light ********************************************** A bump in the road snapped me back to reality. It was nothing more than a gravel driveway, and I slowly navigated the darkness, the crunching sound of tire on stone and rock the only audible noise, heading for my destination. My stomach lurched with every tiny bump and pothole I hit. Yes, I was really doing this. My mind began to wander back again to our conversation just a few minutes previously. I had been driving when the telltale flash of my phones status light told me I had a message, that distinct orangish hue indicating it was from Grindr. I was in the middle of nowhere so I did what I shouldn't have and flicked open the app. He had started simply enough with a "hey man," and little did I know it would be anything but simple from there on out. As I always do, I flipped to his profile to see what I was dealing with: no picture, 46, 6'0", 145#, top, right now, positive. My pulse quickly sped up with that last part. It didn't say undetectable. Ordinarily no picture means instant dismissal but a guy on Grindr who straight up said positive was a rare find indeed! Of course guys who say positive often mean undetectable, but still the thrill of his stats (that one in particular) had me intrigued enough to respond. "Hi there." "You looking for some fun sexy stud? Slightly older guy here, but always ready to please." Slightly corny, but okay, I was still horned. "Depends on what you have in mind for me." Vague and elusive, I wanted him to give me more so that even if he turned out to be one of the thousands of flakes, at least I'd have something to beat off to when I get home. "Looking to slide inside a young buck such as yourself and ride him until I unleash my seed inside." A barebacker it sounded like, just my type of response! But now for the real test. "Sounds hot, you got any pics to share?" My phone fell silent for a moment. I knew it, he was one of those guys who probably hit up everyone in range just to amuse himself. I set the phone back down and returned myself to the task at hand of driving, though I noticed with slight amusement that he had definitely gotten the blood flow going down there. And then the steady pulsing of the notification light returned. He had responded. Oh fuck! His pictures took my growing uncut 7-inch piece straight to a solid state. His first pic was a full body shot. He was definitely rocking a semi-wasted look. He was thin with a hint of rib cage showing beneath his well-tanned skin, a nice but not too thick pellet of fur on his chest. His face was slightly gaunt, a thick but trimmed beard and a buzzed head. Thin, hairy, and veiny legs supported him, but his cock... my god, it was true what they said about wasting men--it makes their cocks more impressive. It looked long, uncut like mine, with an ample shaft but a quite impressive head that definitely flared out under the hood. It was the type of head, much thicker than the shaft, that would create that feel of a suctioning plunger inside an ass. There was a second picture, an even more impressive close-up of his wonderful monster. Now clearly hard and pointing at an erect and upright angle the head looked solidly larger than the shaft as I had noticed from the first picture, and just the tip of his piss slit peaking through the opening of his foreskin with a succulent and substantial strand of precum dangling down. I was sold. I responded with a picture of myself and one of my ass, as clearly that would be the most interesting part of me to him. I am a pretty good looking guy if you can get me to admit it. I stand 28, 5'11", 179#, fit though not muscular or ripped, but well exercised from all the sports I play. My chest is smooth, my skin a lightly tanned color, and my ass nice and firm--a slight bubble to it--and just a hint of fuzz on it. "Boy, I would love to be inside that beautiful pink hole, unleashing my seed inside you." "Fuck yeah man. It sounds like you play raw and shoot positive seed, right?" Again my phone fell silent. Had I perhaps broached that topic too quickly? I'm not one for small talk usually, but maybe this time should I have held off slightly, let the conversation develop more? The flash returned. "Prefer raw here, boy. My cock doesn't appreciate plastic. Oh, and my seed will change you - if that's what you want." Fuuuuuuck. It was. "It is, but your cock looks quite large, not sure that head will make it in!" "It's the hardest part to take, but once it's in, you'll never want it out." "Where are you?" This time there was no pause. Up popped the little map clip with the marker. Holy hell, he was just a few miles ahead. I was on a state road, but at 11:00 PM it was all but deserted and dark from the thick woods on either side. I had driven this road many times and had never noticed a house along my drive. "Looks like I'm driving toward you now and would arrive at your place in about five minutes. Is that too quick an arrival?" "Not at all. That cock pic is me - now. I'm ready if you are, boy." "Then I guess I'll see you shortly!" "Fuck yeah boy. Just be sure, 'cause I don't stop once I start, and once I'm in my head doesn't soften until it has unleashed its load inside you." Music to my ears. "I want it." "See you soon." And now, just a few minutes later, here I was, his small house in front of me, deep back in the woods. I parked, turned-off the Jeep, and took a deep breath. Last chance. I opened the door and stepped out into the crisp, cold, late-night air of a fall evening. Another deep breath and a pause. I turned and walked to the door and knocked. A few seconds later I heard footsteps approach the door. A hand on the knob, and the door opened. "Come on in," a voice said from inside. The room was dark, I couldn't see him in there. One last deep breath. I stepped inside.

If actors from the past count, then Robert Conrad of the OG The Wild, Wild West! I would love to worship his body, especially his ass, and then have him breed me multiple times. But he was actually in a stable, straight relationship. Sigh. Currently it'd be either Henry Cavill or Chris Meloni, both of them have major butts to be sniffed, kissed and licked along with muscles enough to pin me down while they fuck me. Both, of course, are notoriously heterosexual. I can dream, can't I? 🙃

I am loving Joey's cum slut journey!

Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while for the next part! A previous version I posted was flagged by the moderators, and I want to sincerely apologize for that. I'm still getting the hang of the specific rules here, and I messed up. I'm sorry for the error and any trouble it caused. I've spent the time since rewriting this chapter from the ground up to make sure it's compliant with the forum's rules. The good news is that, while I'll be posting part 11 right now, I've also finished writing part 12, so you won't have to wait long for that either. I really hope you enjoy this new version and that it was worth the wait. I always appreciate all the comments and reactions, and I love to hear what you think and feel about the story. Thanks so much for your patience and for sticking with me. Part 11: At the Clinic Buffet - an Understall Gamble He doesn't wait for you to move. With a rough, angry motion, he pulls up his scrubs, shoving his still-hard, cum-slick cock away as if it's something filthy. He turns his back on you, staring at the wall, his shoulders rigid with a fury so deep it has become cold. You scramble for the door, your own erection a painful, shameful pressure against your jeans. You fumble with the handle and stumble out into the sterile, white corridor, leaving him alone with his poison and you alone with your desire. Your body moves on its own, driven by a singular, desperate need to blow the load that the doctor's confession has caused. To avoid anyone seeing the massive bulge in your pants, you make a beeline for the men's restroom. You push the door open and step into the stall in the back, locking it behind you. Your eyes go immediately to the wall, to the biohazard symbol you defiled with your "still neg" failure just an hour ago. But something is different. Fresh, milky-white cum is slowly dripping down the tile from the center of the symbol. A thick, pearly drop hangs from the lower point of the symbol, poised to fall. Someone else was here. Someone else marked the symbol as their own. A wave of horniness, more potent than anything you've ever felt, crashes over you. All thought is erased. There is no doctor, no clinic, no disappointment. There is only this. This offering. This gift. You press your face close to the divider and lean forward, pressing your tongue flat against the cool tiled divider, slowly licking the fresh, salty cum from the wall. You savor the taste, the texture, the anonymous risk. As you're lost in the taste, you hear a soft rustle from the other stall, then a whispered voice, young and a little cocky. "You hungry, man?" Your heart hammers. „Oh yeah.“ You hear the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper, and then the soft thud of jeans falling to ankles. A moment later, the rustle of fabric as someone kneels down close to the divider wall. You quickly sit down on the toilet and bend over, your head almost to the floor, to look under the divider. There's a good foot of space, and the view is perfect. The first thing you see are legs—pale, athletic, and covered in a fine dusting of red hair that glints in the dim light. Your eyes travel up to a crotch, and you see a neatly trimmed, thick red bush and completely smooth, shaved balls. And then a cock comes into view. But why is a kid who looks like this at the clinic? This is the kind of place you come when you're waiting for results. Your heart pounds. Is he here for the bad news, or the good news? Is he shooting blanks, or is he loaded with toxic bullets? That perfect-looking piece of meat could be a freshly minted poz boy, about to get his papers... a beautiful, undeniable Trojan horse, and you're the city he's here to destroy. A wave of arousal hits you so hard you feel dizzy. The word "negative" echoes in your head. Not a rejection. A directive. Work harder. Take every opportunity. Don't question who, just take what's offered. This clinic isn't a place of shame anymore; it's a buffet. "Shove your butt over here..." the voice commands, husky and inviting. He wants an anonymous understall action, nothing more. You pull back, shuck your jeans, and lie on the floor. You lift your legs and slide your ass under the divider. He's on you instantly, hands rough, grabbing your hips and yanking you the rest of the way under the divider until your ass is flush against his side of the wall. He owns you now. He spreads your cheeks open. "Fuck," he breathes. "Nice tight hole." He spits. You feel the wet head of his cock paint your hole, smearing slick precum all over you. "This is how I like it," he grunts, his voice thick with excitement. "Anonymous. Unprotected. No names, no numbers. Just a hole and a cock. The best part? Not knowing. Every time I slide in raw, it's a fucking lottery ticket. I get off on the risk. The possibility that this one fuck could change everything forever... that's the real rush. It's the only thing that's real. So, what you here for?" he grunts, positioning himself. "Check-up," you gasp. "Negative." He laughs, a low, dirty sound. "Shame. That why you're so hungry?" "Fuck yeah." "You want it?" "Please..." "I'm here for my results," he grunts. "Been fucking bareback a lot lately. No condoms, no PrEP, no hole or cock refused. So... who knows what they'll say? Pure risk…" "Doesn't matter," you groan. He lines up and pushes in the tip. Teasing you. „You really want it? No matter what?“ „Just do it.“ „Might be more than you think…“ „Give me all you have.“ „Sure? Could be permanent…“ He pushes a small brown bottle through the gap at the bottom of the divider. It rolls across the grimy tile towards you. You unscrew the bottle, lift it to your nose. Smell the familiar scent. Breath in deep. One, two, three, you hold your breath, your head starts spinning, four, five, six, your vision clouds. Just as you're about to scream, the air stolen from your lungs, „I dont care! Fucking do it!“ he slams his cock into you in one brutal, deep stroke. He lets out a loud, satisfied groan. He doesn't wait. He immediately starts fucking you, a hard, rhythmic pounding, his hips slapping against your ass. His rhythm is a little erratic, driven by pure youthful horniness. "Fuck, your hole," he pants. "Gonna fill you... with my risky cum." "Yeah," you choke out. "Breed me." "Gonna knock you up... take my fucking prize." His words, combined with the knowledge that he's a complete unknown, a ticking time bomb of his own making, send you into a frenzy. Your mind reels, hoping he's carrying the ultimate prize, the gift you've been chasing. You reach down and start stroking your own cock, your fist flying. The reality of it is overwhelming—the dirty floor, the anonymous redhead using you, the filth pouring from his mouth. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna give it to you... now!" He slams into you one last time and buries himself deep. You feel the powerful, rhythmic spasms of his young, but not so innocent, cock as he unloads his mysterious cocktail inside you, a thick, warm flood of his anonymous, untested seed filling your ass. The feeling of it is all it takes. Your own cock erupts, spurting cum across your chest and stomach in a massive, shuddering orgasm. He stays inside you for a long moment, panting. His voice, muffled by the tile, floats over to you. "Now... we have to wait." As he slowly pulls out, you feel a trickle of his cum run down your ass crack. You hear him zip up, the sound of his belt buckle, and then his stall door opens and closes. He's gone. You lie there for a moment, panting on the floor, your body half in one stall, half in the other, a student's unknown cum leaking from your hole and your own drying on your chest. You are a mess. A fulfilled, claimed mess. You slowly pull yourself back into your own stall, your muscles aching, and begin the process of putting yourself back together. As you reach for your jeans, a shadow falls over the stall door. You look up. He's standing there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed…

It was a Friday afternoon. It seemed like an ordinary Friday afternoon. I was over at my uncles to visit for summer break. I had just graduated high school and celebrated my 18th birthday. I wanted to go somewhere in the sun for my summer trip abroad but my dad was adamant that I come visit my uncle. My dad says that he was lonely being all alone since my aunt had passed away some years ago. My dad insisted that I would get more out of a trip there with uncle Lee than anything I could do with my friends. So to my uncle’s place in California I went. I got a warm reception from my uncle. He said he had been waiting for me all day and couldn’t wait til I got there. He showed me around the place. I had not been there since I was in grade school so it was like a completely new place for me. He showed me the kitchen, the living room, the study, his room and finally the room that was to be mine for a few weeks. It was really nice. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn that it was the master bedroom suite. It was huge with a king size bed and it’s own bathroom with his and her set up. It had a beautiful glass shower with a funny looking shower head; more of a wand really. I said wow, is all this mine for the visit? He responded with an enthusiastic yes. Uncle Lee told me to unpack and get comfortable and he would be back with some iced tea I opened my luggage and placed my clothes away in the drawers. When Uncle Lee came back, he had 2 glasses of iced tea. He handed me one and I graciously accepted. It had been a long flight over to California and I was super thirsty. When I drank from my cup, I remember the taste being weird. It was sweet. Lord only knows how much sugar was in the tea. But also, there was a slight bitter taste to it I couldn’t place. Well, whatever the irregularity was, it didn’t matter. I downed the drink and put the empty cup down on the dresser in front of me. We then walked back into the living room. we chit chatted for a while. The usual how was your flight? What have you been up to? What was I planning on majoring in college when I start in the fall? That’s when my uncle decided we should take the conversation out to the backyard. When I first walked out onto the back patio, I was in awe. It looked like a perfect desert oasis. A nice sized swimming pool, a jacuzzi to the side of the pool, and plants everywhere. There were tall bushes that blocked the view of the neighbors. I suppose it gave the entire backyard some natural privacy. Plus the size of the property the house was on, the neighbors were far away enough that they wouldn’t hear anything from the backyard either. The sun was beating down on us. We were starting to sweat. My uncle turned to me and asked if I wanted to jump in the pool and cool off? I told him I didn’t have any trunks or boardshorts. (I was ill-prepared for California sunny weather.) He said don’t worry, that we could just jump in with our underwear. Before I could answer, he had dropped his shorts revealing a pair of boxerbriefs with a sizable bulge. I caught myself staring at the bulge until I was woken up by him calling my name. Earth to Jonny. Earth to Jonny. Hello there! I snapped out of my trance. I finally responded with I’m sorry uncle but I don’t wear underwear. Nothing but me under these pants. Maybe I should go get something to put on? He interrupted, no underwear – no problem! He dropped his boxerbriefs down in an instant. He looked at me and said, just us men here right? And then he jumped in the pool. For a moment there I was frozen. I had seen a flash of my uncle’s trunk of a dick. It was nice and thick and had to be at least 5 inches long, and this was soft. Now I was having a moment of panic. I wasn’t ashamed of my body. In fact, I was in great shape from high school wrestling. But I knew I had to get in the water before I started sporting a hard on. So I stripped my shirt, socks, and pants and jumped into the cold water. It felt great paired with the warm weather outside. The cold water also helped keep me from popping wood. We splashed and played in the water for some time. I don’t know how long it was but at some point I was starting to really feel relaxed. I loved the feeling. I could just lay back and float. My uncle jumped out of the water and grabbed a towel. He said he would be right back. I admired his body as he toweled off. He definitely worked out and kept care of his body. He was a UILF alright… Uncle I’d Like to Fuck. He had great tan with boarders at wear his underwear would normally sit. They were hard to see, his tan lines, but they were there. Especially with how hard I’m looking for them. And then he was gone inside. I laid back and floated until he came back. He had a small tray with 2 glasses of that great iced tea. I started to gulp it down but my uncle checked my manners. I acknowledged his comment and took the time to sip the rest of the drink. He slipped back into the water and we resumed our water play. After some time had passed, the weather shifted from sunny to slightly cold and cloudy. My uncle says we should head inside before the mosquitoes get to us. I walk out of the water and he hands me a towel. As we dry off, I try to steal more glimpses of my uncle’s dick just laying between his legs. I get sloppy and he glances back at me as I’m obviously ogling his package. I get scared but he just winks at me and goes back to drying off. I’m left a little mortified. I stare down at my own dick. It seems inadequate compared to his. In reality, it wasn’t that far off from his. I was probably 4 inches soft on a good day. The cold water had shrunk me down a bit. I finally look up at him. He is finished toweling off but does not go to cover himself. In fact, he has the towel over his shoulder. I quickly wrap my towel around my waist and we go back into the house. We sit in the living room on the couch. Uncle Lee starts up his gas fire place. It feels nice and warm against my cold skin. We start talking about family and what brought me to the house this summer. I admitted it was all my dad’s urging. My uncle understood and said he knew. Evidently my older brother and 2 older cousins all came up to Uncle Lee’s house before they started college. It was an unofficial rite of passage. Whatever that meant. I must have really liked the fire because I’m feeling super relaxed and just calm. My uncle caught sight of how mellow and relaxed I was. I must have looked like I was melting into the couch or something. Uncle Lee asks me if I want something to help me charge up? He gets up and says he’ll be right back. I say yeah, I’m expecting him to grab a beer or something. Before he leaves the room, he says I should finish drying off my hair. I feel my hair and it is a bit damp. I look to see if he’s back and I’m alone. So I pull off my towel and rustle my hair – drying it off. I finish drying off my hair and just leave the towel draped around my neck out of routine. It isn’t until my uncle comes back and is still naked with his towel over his shoulder do I realize my now naked, on the couch, with my towel where it is. I tell myself I have to play this cool. I have a slight panic. Im trying to remember if my uncle knows I’m gay. I can’t recall. I am scaring myself. If I pop a boner and he gets weirded out, what happens then? OMG, what’s going to happen? With all this calamity in my head, it takes me forever to realize what my uncle brought out. He dropped on the table a glass tray with some powdered lines on it. I finally see the scene. My Uncle Lee is handing me a rolled up bill. He says just don’t tell your dad. I’m shocked. I don’t know what to do. Is this some sort of test? As if reading my mind, my uncle says ok slowpoke, I’ll take the first line. He snags the rolled up bill and bends down and sniffs up one of the lines. He pops back up with instant energy. Whoh! He exclaimed, and says it’s my turn. He hands me the bill again. I accept my uncle’s generosity and snort a line. He says go ahead and finish it off. There are two lines left. I do one in the left nostril and one in the right. Boom! I’m feeling good. I say that doesn’t feel like coke. He answers, yeah that’s because it’s not. I ask well, what was it then? He replies, that’s little Miss Tina. I was shocked. Cocaine was one thing every once and a while. But meth, this was something different all together. I was surprised, I was always told that meth was horrible drug that would destroy you. But I am feeling good. My uncle gave it to me. It can’t be bad if my uncle gave it to me, right? My uncle sits closer to me. Our legs are now touching. He turns on the tv and we just chill there and watch some Simpsons reruns. After some time passes, I turn to my uncle and ask if he has anymore Tina for some lines. He turns to me and says, not for lines, but … He gets up and walks away. He returns with a pipe with a round bulb end, a baggie of crystals, and a torch. He sits next to me again and again our legs touch. It sends a shiver down to my dick. I feel it grow out just a tad. Uncle Lee asks if I’ve ever smoked Tina from a pipe before? I say no. He says Ohh, a virgin I see. I instantly reply, who you calling a virgin? We both have a long laugh. He filled up the bulb with 3 shards. It almost fills the bowl. He turns on the torch and the heat melts the shards. He tells me to pay attention to what he’s doing. He head the bulb and waits for the white vapor. He says that’s how you know it’s time to suck. He put it to his mouth and inhaled the vapor. He let out a big white vapor cloud. It almost blocked my vision before it dissipated. He put the pipe up to my mouth. He said he would heat the pipe for me this time but to pay attention. The vapor starts and I start sucking. He tells me to hold it in for a second and signals me to let it go. A small cloud escaped my mouth. He says that was the free trial, now for me to take the real first hit. I go back to sucking the vapor. I hold it in, 1 sec, 2 sec, 3 sec … I release a big white mess. The smoke goes everywhere. My uncle says Good Boy. My dick thickens a bit hearing him say that. We go back and forth 5 times before the bowel is empty. He sets it down on the glass tray. I lay back on the couch and just feel great. My uncle says I’ll take that. He snags the towel from around my head and I’m left completely and utterly naked. I look down and realize that I’m almost completely hard. I try to hid my boner between my legs. My uncle catches me and starts to laugh. I’m mortified. He tells me it’s okay. It’s natural on tina. Well, sometimes it has the opposite effect but both mean that you are extremely horny. He says everything that feels good is elevated on tina. He says that whatever makes a man feel good is okay in his house. I look at him and say I’m gay. He responds with yeah, I know. Your dad told me. it’s part of the reason you were invited here. We wanted you to learn about sex in a safe and nurturing environment. I’m taken back a bit. Oh I know about sex. I’m not a kid. Uncle Lee looked me up and down and agreed, yeah, you’re no kid alright. He grabbed his half hard dick and waved it at me. You finally ready to suck on this? You’ve been eyeing it for a while now. come on, its cool. In this house, it’s just about what makes you feel good. Uncle Lee walks over and sits next to me on the couch. I immediately get down between his legs and put his meat in my mouth. I’m able to get it all in the first go. I tried to show off my skills but it was still growing in my mouth. By the time it was at full mast, his 10 inches were hitting the back of my throat. My lips were against his small batch of hair around his dick. Uncle Lee exclaims, oh you can tell you’re the gay one. Your brother and cousins were horrible at sucking my dick. I tried to come up and ask what? However, Uncle Lee just put his hands on my head and pushed me down further on his dick. I suck him off for a good amount of time. Not enough for him to cum, just enough to edge him a bit. I come up from my knees and stand up. I stretch in front of my uncle. He surprises me by getting down on his knees in front of me and taking in my 8 inch dick into his mouth. Oh fuck, who knew my uncle was an experienced cock sucker. He expertly attacked my dick. I was trying to put my hands on his head and fuck his mouth but he was having none of that. He just pushed my hands aside and kept his own rhythm. Eventually I just yielded and put my arms up over my head. He pulled off my dick long enough to spit on his fingers and went back to sucking. His two fingers, now wet with spit, found their way to the entrance of my hole. they wiggled their way inside. He pushed them in with a bit of force. I took them up to the knuckle. I felt him wiggle his fingers inside my hole. Suddenly he grabs me by the waist and moves me. we change places. Im now between him and the couch. The faces me toward the couch and pushes me forward. I place my legs up on the couch and torso up against the top of the couch. This positions my ass right were his head is and he starts licking my entrance. Lightly at first, just grazing the puckered hole. he lets the spit build up and then pushes his tongue into my hole. As he makes my hole a wet mess, I’m moaning like a little hoe. It feels so good. I feel him pull away from me. I sigh in disappointment. Then I feel his fingers back in me. but this time it’s burning a bit. At the tip of his fingers, its burning inside. I try and pull his fingers out but he just pushes further inside of me. This continues until the burning starts to subside, then he pushes in a third finger and my hole greedily accepts it. I’m back to making noises that should never be heard in church. I’m starting to feel like I need something more in my ass. Like a nice big dick. Oh that’s exactly what I need. But he’s my uncle, would he even entertain the idea of fucking his nephew. My thinking is interrupted by a dickhead being pushed into my hole. his is shaped like an arrowhead so it enters relatively easily. I get a couple inches of him in me before I feel my hole strain to stretch around the thickness. I feel my uncle reach around me and works some uncle magic. He placed his right hand on my dick and started slowly jerking me off and his left hand started tweaking my nipples. The feeling of both of these things happening at the same time allowed me to unclench and boy did he take advantage. He pushed the remaining length into me in one go. 9 inches of uncle meat in my ass. Once fully inside of me, his hands abandoned their stations and went to my waist. He grabbed me by the hips and started thrusting. It felt like his dick was a jackhammer and my hole was the lucky concrete getting smashed into pebbles. He got tired of this position so he pulled out and had me lay on the floor next to the fireplace. He changed his mind and had me sit up. I didn’t care where he put me, I just wanted to fuck. He says patience is a lesson to learn too. He reloaded the pipe and we hit it a few times. Thicker and thicker the clouds got. We kept going until the bowl was gone. Uncle Lee told me to lay down again. I obeyed. He got up and maneuvered so he came down into a 69 position. He started gobbling down on my dick while pushing his hole in my face. I knew exactly what I should be doing. I pushed my tongue in and started munching down like a starving child. I had his hole dripping wet in no time at all. He got up off me and bend over head down ass up. He was offering me his hole and I definitely was not objecting. I got up behind his ass and stuck my two fingers into his wet hole. He moaned and I knew this was meant to be. I lined my dick up with his ass and pushed forward. I felt my head go inside and the pressure inside his hole was perfect. Tight enough to feel it but not enough to stop me from going forward. I pushed forward slowly and got all 8 inches inside him. He let out a long loud moan. Now, I’ve had sex before but I have always been the bottom. This was my first time being the top. I was on sensory overload. The ass felt so good; amazingly good. My inexperience showed in the pace of my thrusting. I was like a rabbit running to the finish line. At one point, my uncle pushed back to halt me. I paused my thrusting and he started pushing back onto my dick. He varied his rhythm. He was teaching me with every push backward. I was eager to take back over and pushed him flat on the ground. I was flat against him now. I know I had just learned a lesson on going slow or at least varying my pace – but I wanted to nut. So I went back to thrusting like a madman. I was close, oh so vary close when my uncle pushed me off of him. He laid on his back and instructed me to sit down on his dick. I obeyed my instructor. Once I was sitting on him balls deep, he had me maneuver around to see what angles I liked best. When I came across the perfect angle that grazed by prostate, he told him I found it. He proceeded to fuck me in that angle. I was riding him like a stallion. That dick was hitting me good. Without warning, without touching, my dick starts spurting out ropes of cum on my uncle’s chest. One even hits him on his chin. I’m still in the euphoria of my ejaculation when he commands me to keep riding. I do as I’m told. A few minutes later, he is grabbing my waist and thrusts forward up inside me. I feel a warm wet mess being deposited deep in my ass. We stay in that position for a few minutes, letting the heat off our bodies calm down. I’m spent. I feel like he is spent. We get up and use the towels to wipe off all the cum. I look at my uncle and tell him that this was amazing. I loved him teaching me about tina and fucking on tina. Uncle Lee replied, oh that’s just today’s lesson. We have a whole summer break to break you in.

Strong jawline. Nice beards and good beard growth. Lean musculature, specially Pecs and arms.

Sorry for my mistake in what i posted. Here you go. As I felt my cock leak more precum, i grabbed my cock and pulled it back under my stomach to hide it from Rick. "You didn't have to do that. It was fine there. I'll clean up the mess", Rick said "Ohhh sorry about that, I can clean it up", i said lifting my head turning back" i said quickly trying not to turnover and show my hard cock. "Don't worry I can clean it up. I want to." Rick said As I looked back he had scooped up the precum on his two fingers. They were glistening in the sun light. He then put them in his mouth and sucked his fingers all while looking at me. "Hmmm you taste good" he said "Thanks I didn't know that.", I said uncomfortably "Cmon dude. I know you are straight but don't tell me you never tasted your cum while jacking off to porn." Rick said laughing in a joking manner "Maybe once I did", I confessed "And how did it taste?", Rick asked "Okay I guess it was a while back", i replied "Why not try now?" Rick said "Oh I thought you licked all up already" i replied confidently "I doubt that" Rick said "Turn over", Rick said "Huh?", I replied" "Turn over now", he said sternly I turned over. "I thought so. Boys and your cocks. Constantly hard and leaking. You have such a nice cock", he said looking at me I looked down without surprise as I could feel it. My groin and pubes were all wet with precum. The lounge chair too. I was relieved my cock wasn't erect anymore but it was turgid. "There's is plenty to taste here. I am glad you enjoyed your massage. Lets clean you up first", he said He took his hand and rubbed it in my groin area almost caressing me, trying to get his fingers all wet with my juice. It sent thrills direct to my cock and it started to get hard in front of him instantly. "Your cock has a mind of its own. Look at it begging for attention." Rick said smiling. As he was rubbing his fingers in my pubes and groin trying to wet his fingers and scoop up all the precum he ran against my cock and brushed the head. It throbbed in front of him and leaked more precum. I let out a soft moan. "Ohhh its excited now and wants more attention I see. Shall we help it out", He said while his hand still rubbing my groin and brushing my cock. I had to admit it felt amazing. My phone rang. It was Jane she called to tell me she made a reservation and would see me there. "I miss you. I can't wait to see you." Jane said I looked back at Rick he was still touching me and finally scooped up a bunch and placed his precum soaked fingers at my lips all while staring at me. He went back and tried to scoop up more precum. I tried to not moan it felt so good. "I miss you too gotta go." I said huredly and hung up the phone. He kept touching me my cock was erect and leaking. "That's nice that you miss her. You mean it", Rick asked while tyring to get more precum but just really rubbing my going and brushing my hard cock. "Yeah sure", I said my body was feeling good and my eyes let our a moan. "Yeah I thought so. Open up beautiful Dan, taste yourself", he said staring in my eyes. I opened up my mouth and let his fingers in. "Suck my fingers and taste yourself. Lick them clean.", he said our eyes locked I slowly sucked his fingers and licked his fingers. He then pushed his fingers deeper in my mouth. I gagged a bit and he pulled back and then he started to run them lightly on my gums and mouth like massaging my mouth, it help me relax, he did it in a sensual way and my mouth opened more and saliva formed and now I was sucking his fingers. "Good boy lick it clean. You enjoyed it didn't you.", Rick asked It felt weird the way he touched the inside of my mouth was so soft and sensual and my precum did taste good. I nodded. My phone beeped and I looked at it. Jane sent hearts. Rick could see the phone message. "You going to reply", Rick asked "Maybe later I don't know. ", I said to stop the moment and think about it. My head was a little fuzzy. My cock was hard and so much emotion and feeling going thru me. My cock was rock hard and leaking and my body was so aroused. I paused and took a deep breath. "Why don't we finish tanning. We didn't enough sun. That sound ok?" Rick suggested I nodded. "Do you mind me grabbing a last taste.", he asked. I said no. His fingers rubbing against my groin and brushing against my cock again and then scooping up the leak on the chair and brought it to his mouth and sucked on his fingers while our eyes were locked again. "You taste sweet. I bet your cum tastes delicious." Rick said sucking his fingers savoring my leak. "Ohhh again you boys and your hard cocks." Rick laughed as just from his touching of my cock made it throb again and push out leaking precum. I turned back over and let out a sigh. Rick rubbed and squeezed my butt softly. "Just relax and get a nice tan." he said I did. I started to reflect on the afternoon. I did feel relaxed and free and not judged or stress. I dozed off. I woke up Rick was sitting up looking at me. I looked at my phone. It was 5:15pm. "Holly crap I'm going to be late" I said. "Sorry you were resting and I didn't want to wake you up." Rick said "You should have woke me. I am going to be late." I said "Relax. Its only 10 minutes away just text here you are going to be a little late." Rick said I breathed...."Yes you are right", I said I got up, helped Rick clean up the food plates and empty beer bottles. He whistled at me. "Oh my boy you have a lovely tan. Especially your ass, no tan lines. It is so hot. You are beautiful Dan you really are" Rick said "Thank you.", i said blushing. His comment made me feel beautiful and sexy. As I stood and faced him and turned and walked to back to the house, I could feel his eyes devour me. It felt strangely gratifying and made me feel sexy.

i have read this topic a few times and decided to make an account. this is my first story ever. so don't be too hard on me and i hope you like it. additions, improvements, comments are welcome. other things too of course. the story is fiction but I hope the more I write, the better it will get. Part 1 Let me introduce myself. I'm Jake, 18 years old, with a smooth body and white skin. I could use some sun. I am sporty and have some nice abs (I think from myself). I'm slim; you can actually see a bit of a 6-pack (not that good, though). I'm. I'm smooth, not too tall or short, just average, and have short, dank blond hair. My legs are well built from soccer play and some fitness. Smooth ass and a bit of a tight bubble butt ass. My cock, about 7 inch, average thickness, and I have my pubic hair smooth shaved. My friend Paul is the same age as me. No, he is not my boyfriend, but we hang out a lot. We met at school and played soccer together, so we became best friends. He told me after some few years of friendship he was gay. Well, I had my troubles with my sexuality back then myself, and 2 months later I kissed him and told him I was gay too. Paul and I are both virgins, no lovers, but we made an arrangement. We do play and discover together. Not really in public, but secretly. No one knows; they think we are just friends. Even my family does not know. Well, then it actually all started I heard the signal that the soccer match was over. We yelled it out, and I ran to Paul. We won! We won! It was the last match of the summer. I hugged him. Teammates joined in, and we all jumped. This was a great last match. We should celebrate that we won and the start of the summer. We went to the bar next to the field to grab a drink. We stayed for about an hour chatting, but soon we were almost alone. Most guys got a shower, had their plans, and left. So after one hour, Paul and I got to get a shower. We took our training suits off and jumped in the shower. All alone in the room, we giggled, slapped each other's asses, and after a while kissed and started wanking. Paul had a nice 6.5 inch cock, and I just dropped down to lick it. He was hard instantly. I licked his balls, grabbed his ass, and worked my way to his cock. I started sucking. I guess I did a good job. Paul started moaning. He grabbed my head and pushed me deeper. As he did, I started gagging. He just laughed while my eyes went deep red. I do love that someone takes control, but I'm still so inexperienced that I always have to get a bit used to a cock deep in my mouth. My spit was dripping from his shaft to his balls, while the water from the shower ran on our backs. I was rock hard myself and started leaking a bit when we heard some noise. I jumped up and turned to the wall to hide my hard cock. We had to laugh really hard when we saw it was just a cat that happened to get caught up in the changing room. I wanted to get back on my knees, but Paul stopped me. "Don't," he said. "I'm too close to cum, and I should not." "I need to tell you something. I looked a bit shocked, afraid of what was coming. It's not a big deal, Jake, for you at least, Paul said. He laughed. Jake, I'm playing a bit with Jason, you know, Jason, the 26-year-old hunk from school? Uhhh, that well-built trainee? Him? Yeah, said Paul. He's gay too and is living with his boyfriend. I found that out when he was calling him on the phone and i heard it by accident. Well, I think he knew I'm into guys too, because he slapped my ass. He found me in the school break later that day and pushed me to the toilets, and he just bent me over. I did not know what to do, so I let him. He pulled down my pants, which fell to my ankles. He, he...he just started licking my ass and hole. It felt so good, Jake. His beard tickling my hole, his tongue. I was in heaven. He even used his fingers and pushed them inside. Jake, it was so good. My jaw dropped open. He did that? Did he, did he fuck you? Took your virginity?. No, he did not... said Paul. He left me there dripping pre-cum and my hole wet with his spit. I wish he did. I have a date with him later today. So maybe..., said Paul. Damn, Paul, that's hot. But isn't he cheating then? Paul: I don't mind, Jake. Have you seen him? He's so hot, and if he's cheating, he'll be my first fuck. If that's what it takes, I'm in. Well, Paul, you have to tell me the details from the date later. I giggled. Nice job, Paul. But I can suck you off, Paul said while he dropped down. Before I knew it, he was sucking me. I was so hard and had not cum in days, so it did not take long. I came in Paul's mouth. He just swallowed. Damm. I looked at Paul. you have never swallowed my cum before and i laughed. that's new. It felt natural, like i had to do it said paul. and it wasn't bad he said with a smile After we washed and dried off, I wished him luck, and we both went our ways. Paul did not message me that evening, nor the day after, and was not at school on Monday. On Tuesday he messaged me. We should meet in the evening at his place. That evening I went over to Paul. So. I said? Don't tell me you spend all the time with Jake, did you? Paul giggles. Well, a bit. He started talking. Paul and Jake had a date at the gay bar in town. That was the first time Paul went there. I did not dare to, afraid of what people would say, think, or tell my parents. I'm just not ready yet. Well, Paul said we had a good drink, a good talk, and, well, he was dressed up so hot. He had a tight white shirt; you could see his abs and chest really well. We kissed a bit, and I met some friends of his. It was crowded. So crowded that we got pushed to each other the whole time. I could feel his chest against me all the time. Paul laughed, i felt something else too Jake. sometimes i felt his cock poking through his pants against me. he is really big i think And Jake... Jason touched my ass all the time. He even got his hands in my pants, and his finger was searching my hole. Tell me more, I said to Paul. Well. He pushed his fingertip against my hole, Jake; it was hot, but I did not dare to say or do anything. I just let him. I could feel his fingertip on my bare hole. Giving it pressure and then letting it get more loose. He was playing with me. It was out in public, but I don't think anyone saw it. I was scared but it was also so hot. We stood there for, like, 10 min. And then someone came by and pushed me a bit, i bumped into jason and Jason just pushed his finger up my hole by then. I almost screamed, Paul said. I don't know if he did it by accident, or extra when I fell into him. It went deep, and it scratched in my hole. I felt pain and pleasure at the same time. He held it in me for, like, some 15 minutes, playing with my hole, fingering me. I just went nuts in public. I started grinding against his finger while I looked deep in his eyes; he just smiled. He was playing with me, Jake. After a while, Jason then took me to the toilets. When we got there, he just ripped his shorts off and pushed me down with my face to his cock. The only thing I could do was suck. He was rough, Jake; he just used my mouth like a fleshjack. He was so hung. i think it was like 8,5 inch. I couldnt take his pole all the way. i just couldnt. i coughed and spluttered. But i tried. My eyes started watering, i could barely see it was so bad. I guess he noticed I was new to it all, because he stopped and asked me if I had ever done this before, Jake. I actually told him I did not and was still a virgin, hoping he would like that. But Jake, damn, was I wrong. He said he liked trained holes that can handle him and wanted to get his pants up again. I insisted, and he let me suck him a bit more. I've never seen such a big dick. its huge Jake. he let me suck his balls. I played with them in my mouth. They were huge to. I licked his shaft and head. I was really doing my best on it. I made that cock so wet with my spit it just glistened. He said he did not want to destroy me right here. I did not really understand Jake. But I think he means he's so big and I'm still a virgin. After we went back to the bar and chatted more, then his friends joined, and later his boyfriend to. He did not mind at all that Jason fooled around with me. After a while, he told me he met his bf at a hotel party where a lot of guys meet and fuck. He asked me if I was interested. It would give us a chance to get more experience, and they are going to. He told me he would fuck the daylight out of me if I would go. Well, Paul said, I was thinking, Jake… Should we both go? No one knows us there; we would lose our virginity, and it sounds hot as hell. I was a bit shocked. I never thought that Paul would be into something like that. Paul saw my face. Jake He said, I know it's shocking, but think about it. We could fuck, maybe find a boyfriend; no one knows us there, and no one would judge. And maybe I could hook up with Jason there, he laughed. You're really into it, huh, Paul? I asked. Paul: I am. I spent 2 days thinking about Jake; I could not get it off my mind. I searched it and watched the site like a thousand times. You should see it and the photos. It really is like a holiday, but then only with white guys and themes. And we don't have to hook up; we can also just watch and enjoy. He passed me the site. Hmm, I said. I'll watch it later, Paul. So Paul, did you guys do anything else? Paul started laughing. Well. I met his friends and had a bit of a pre-holiday party. We went over to Jason's place, and I have seen several guys fuck each other hard. There was so much cum and sweat. I could only watch and play a bit, no fucking, because it was only the pre-party, and I had not booked for the holiday yet. No one fucked me, Jake. But I did suck some cocks clean after they were done fucking. Several guys had tattoos around their cock, belly, etc. Like a group thing. It looked hot. I sucked like 10 guys. I was getting real good at it. They all said i tried my best whit sucking and that i had a nice mouth. Some even fingered me. I think some lubed their fingers; it felt wet. Or they had some cum on their hands still. I'm not sure. I did not ask, but it was hot, though they also couldn't seem to get enough of my ass and kept fingering my hole. they said i had a tight hole and they wanted to explore it further. some really went deep with their fingers. it hurt a bit sometimes, but felt really good afterwards. They said i would love the hotel. that i would have a blast and be a top attraction. they said they would show me around and introduce me if i booked. But that they would introduce me in a small group first so i would be more confident about the hotel. they seemed to want to include me in their group because most of them would also go and had been there before Paul and I talked a long time. Later, when I was back home, I opened the link Paul gave me. It was called the Poz Hotel. I'm not sure what that meant. But I started reading. It was a holiday hotel that took place once a year for guys only. There were several hotel parts/rooms. The top part and a bottom part It had several pools, all-inclusive 24-hour play areas, theme nights, an animation team, a gym, a public restaurant, and theme restaurants. Several party places, whatever that may mean, big gardens (where theme activities started), dungeons, cinemas, etc. your stay will be arranged according to your preference (bottom/top) and your interest. so it has a top and a bottom part i think, whatever that may mean. Not thinking about the link to my sexual preference from top or bottom I kept on reading and looked at the prices. Well. It looked like whenever I made changes in the booking, the price went up or down. I was not really sure what it all meant, but hey. It sounded good, and it was a holiday. So after some time, I discovered we had to book it within a week till the booking closed down, and the rooms were also running out. I phoned Paul, and we decided we should book. Paul would make the booking, as I only said, Make it not too expensive. Let's try to get it as cheap as possible. So he did. He booked us a double bedroom in the bottom part of the hotel. It was the bare part. I thought it was at the bar, but I read over that too quickly. How was I supposed to know? They did ask a lot of questions, and some things made it cheaper. they asked a lot of sexual preferences but paul had arranged all that. i only got a short summary of the booking Paul set ourselves up as a negative active role bottom; our age as 18 made it cheaper. Paul thought it might be student prices. The booking asked us what we liked, like sucking, bare play, older guys, dominators, piss, BDSM, etc., etc. Well, Paul just clicked on it all, and the price kept dropping. That all sounded good to me. Paul didn't go into much detail and went more into the price and facilities such as the swimming pool I thought we'd see what will come from it. In the small lines it did say the guest had to take part in the themes and activities that were chosen, like a roulette game, so everyone joined in at least 3 times (activities or themes). Joining more activities or themes is possible at one's own wish. Paul saw an option opening for us to click on it to join at least 7 roulette games. Only for 18-21 age people. With that, we get a reduced price for the flight. So, as I had ordered Paul, Paul clicked on it and booked it. We did not have that much money, so we thought, what can it be? Like volleyball, spinning classes or so. So he clicked on it and booked it all. It also gave us a link to a more normal hotel site without all the sexual parts in it to show to others if they ask where you would go on holiday. It was the site I showed my parents when I told them Paul and I had booked a holiday with friends. Paul told Jason we booked. Jason was excited when he heard we both booked and told Paul he was in the top part of the hotel and would be happy to lead him around and have some fun activities. He said he would definitely fuck Paul when he wanted to, at the hotel and even after, so he was part of the club. We thought of the hotel club or the tattoo club But after, we would know better. paul went to jason a few more times. sometimes during the day and sometimes in the evening. he didn't tell me much about it, only things about our booked holiday. for example that there are a lot of palm trees, multiple swimming pools, bars and toilets everywhere (why he mentioned the toilets I found strange), theme parties that had been there such as a black party, lotteries, bachelor nights, couples nights, leather parties and you name it. but what it entailed paul didn't really say. only that it would be a lot of fun. Paul was already in the mood for the holiday and the more he told me, the more I got excited too

Part 11 I am awakened by a knock on the door, needing a moment to realise where I am. It is Mark, who greets me with an apologising look as he enters Thomas’ guest room, where I have been staying the last couple of days. ‘Good morning, Luke or should I say good afternoon.’ ‘Good morning’ I manage to mumble through the bedsheets. ‘Luke, it seems like Thomas cannot be with you today.’ ‘Why?’ I ask uninterested. ‘He has fallen ill; he stays at mine at the moment so that I can keep an eye on him’ ‘Mmmh’ is all I manage. Suddenly, Mark pulls the bedsheets of me, apparently to get me out of bed. He doesn’t know that I sleep in the nude, but he isn’t bothered by it at all. ‘Come on Luke… you can sleep later; I make you coffee.’ With that he leaves the room, taking the bedsheets with him. Reluctantly I stumble out of bed and go to the bathroom, still to cocky to get dressed. After a few minutes I sit naked in the kitchen, drinking my cup of coffee, while Mark is talking on the phone. ‘Your brother sends his love’ Mark tells me with a smile ‘but he is with a doctor now, apparently he got hit hard by the flu’ ‘You mean the fuck flu’ I try teasingly. ‘It is too early to tell, but it looks like it, which would mean…’ ‘I lost the race’ I laugh into my cup of coffee. ‘Yes, but we will know it in two weeks. Now, what are your plans for today?’ ‘No sure, Tony won’t be here until tomorrow.’ ‘I have to get back to Thomas, but if you are up for it, you could help at my store. We have an event tonight. Of course, I would pay you.’ I think for a moment, the money would be great, as a student I gladly take it. ‘Sure, sounds good and the money would be great.’ Mark calls someone, then gives me the address of his shop, which I haven’t been to yet. After I finally manage to take a shower and get ready, I start to walk to the store. It is a lovely autumn day and the grey sweatpants season is in full swing, apparently Thomas lives near a gym and the guys going in and out are ridiculously hot. It takes all my strength to keep walking as I am expected at the store. Finally, I found the dark store-front and enter, I am hit immediately by the smell of leather. I need a moment to take it all in, as I am suddenly feeling a hand on my lower back. ‘Hi there, may I help you with something or are you just looking around?’ a beefy man with an inviting smile greets me. ‘Oh, no. I am Luke, Mark asked me to help at the store today’ I say way to fast. ‘Ah, Luke, nice to meet you. Yes, Mark has called me, we have a party tonight and need every helping hand. I am Daniel by the way and a hugger, so welcome to our team’ He takes me into a tight bear hug; I smell his cologne, which is perfectly mixed with the scent of his sweat. He calls out into the back of the store, and two men come towards me. ‘Graham and Frank let me introduce you to Luke, he will be helping us today.’ ‘Luke?’ the man, whose name is Frank, asks ‘are you the little brother of Thomas?’ ‘Yes, I am, but he isn’t feeling very well at the moment, so Mark asked me to help out’ I still answer a little too rapidly, but my nerves slowly calm down. ‘That’s great’ Frank hugs me tightly, before Graham steps towards me with his imposing figure, his hug more dominant. ‘Luke, lovely to meet you. Then let us get to work, we have a lot to do.’ And so, we start to prepare everything, they show me a backroom, which apparently is for socialising and another who is full of couches and mattresses for fucking. After almost three hours everything is set, drinks and snacks at the bar, lube and cleaning supplies at the fuck room. Daniel has been staying at the front to handle customers, while Frank, Graham and I arranged it all, both telling me about this special community Mark has created here. We have one hour left before the party starts and the guests arrive. Daniel has closed the windows, Frank and Graham started to change into their leather gear. I look a little lost, which Daniel notices. ‘Hey guys, can you come all to the front, please’ he calls to us. Frank, wearing only a harness is walking stark naked to Daniel, while Graham is following him with only a pair of beautifully fitted leather pants. I follow them. ‘So, guys I think our young Luke here is feeling a little left out. Let’s get him into gear and show him what our community is about.’ I swallow hard as I feel Frank stepping closer to me from behind, his hands grabbing my hips for a moment before he pulls my tank top over my head. To be exposed to those three beefy, hairy and muscular men arouses me, but before I can think about what is happening, Frank’s hands are back at my hips, but this time they slowly travel to the front of my jeans. His full body now pressed against my backside, his hairy chest on my back. As he opens my jeans, Graham steps forward and pushes them down, helping me out of them. Now I am standing in the middle of the room completely naked as I haven’t put on any underwear today. My cock is rock-hard, Frank’s massive penis fully-erect already between my ass cheeks and Graham in front of me, his biohazard tattoo blazing. ‘Well, well, looks like our little friend here is enjoying the attention’ Daniel says into the quiet room, staying away just watching the scene. Graham closes all the space between us and kisses me deeply. I can feel his tongue inside my mouth, his chest pressed against mine, while his cock is hard against his pants. Frank has started to thrust against me, his cock already smearing precum on my ass cheeks. As Graham breaks the kiss, he pushes me down on my knees, ordering me silently to suck Frank’s cock. I happily oblige, tasting the toxic precum on my tongue and taking the side of his scorpion tattoo in. The three letters increase the beating of my heart. I can’t believe that within a few months, I have chosen to search out poz cum and dicks. Suddenly, a hand takes my head away from Frank’s cock and a blindfold is put over my eyes. The darkness engulfing me completely. Someone guides me to another cock, this one pierced. As I take it in, I don’t care any more whose cock it is, even though I assume it is Graham's. I stay on my knees for a few minutes, before someone is pulling me up and bending me over. It only takes seconds before a cock is again inside my mouth, this time no piercing. But that is not the part I’m focussed on, as I feel someone preparing my hole with his tongue. When I feel the head of a cock at my entrance, the thrusting of the cock fucking my mouth slows a little to let me prepare for what is about to happen. And it happens with a violent thrust. The head of the cock penetrates my hole without hesitation, staying in place while my body fights against the intrusion. But it only takes a few moments before my hole opens voluntarily and the cock slides deeper inside me. With increased thrusting, this unknown cock finds his way into me. I don’t think I have ever had such a massive cock in my ass, the stretch is one thing, but it is the depth I struggle with. Then, a very hard pull on my hips forces the whole length of the cock inside me, I feel balls hitting my ass. ‘Great job Luke, now you and your brother can claim to have managed my cock completely’ I hear Franks voice through the store. I cannot answer as I have still a cock in my mouth, but as it isn’t pierced it must be Daniel’s. Both cocks are increasing their rhythm, which is only shortly disrupted by a loud high five as I apparently have been eifel-towered right now. It only takes seconds, but it changes the atmosphere, because now both men focus on me again with a more eager urge and hunger. Probably Daniel is forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, his hands on my head to guide me. Frank on the other side is thrusting with violence, his cock starting to twitch. I take this as a sign to clench my ass and push myself against the cock behind me, and it works, with a loud, primal moan a warm load is filling my insides. It takes Frank a long time to stop pushing his toxic cum inside me, but as soon as his cock slips out of my hole it is replaced by the pierced cock, which means Graham is now fucking me from behind. Daniel and Graham also decide to high five each other, but with the slap of the hands Daniel shoots his load rather unexpectedly into my throat, where his cock was buried. Now, that two toxic loads of openly poz men are inside me, my focus shifts to the pierced cock in my ass, still not able to see. Suddenly, another cock is in front of me, entering my mouth, this one thick and already leaking precum. Despite not knowing, who it is I take this cock willingly, my nose nuzzled in bushy hair and my hands caressing a tight, muscular torso and finally resting on a firm hairy ass. While I try to discover this man with my hands, Graham is pulling me closer, shooting his load slowly inside me, making it the third one. The unknown man, who is throat fucking me, takes his cock out of my mouth and pulls me up to give me a deep kiss. He turns me around, and pushes his cock inside me, keeping me upright. My cock is bouncing around, already some precum must be shooting around the store. I feel the hands of the man on my hips and his thrusting increases. With some very slow pulls back, but powerful pushes inside my hole I feel his cock pulsating. He plants a small kiss on my shoulders, then he pulls his cock out completely, before ramming it back in, shooting his load with a guttural moan. I come as well, no idea where my load is landing or how far it is going. As I feel his cock still pulsating inside me, his hands slowly travel to the blindfold. He takes both his hands to untie the knot, while still keeping his cock firmly placed in my hole. When the blindfold finally falls to the ground, it takes me a minute to open my eyes fully. I look into the smiling faces of Daniel, Frank and Graham, my cum apparently all over Graham’s chest as he had knelt before me. The unknown man puts his arms around my stomach and chest, pulling my back against his chest. ‘This was wonderful’ I hear Mark’s voice whispering into my ear.

A few months ago at a sauna, I was being fucked in a public area by a dom top, while another guy was being fucked next to me. Two fags getting raw fucked together. We started kissing, then I began to work my mouth down his neck, over his shoulder and down his back, twisting myself to lick the other fag's ass as he was being fucked. Guess I wanted to be the faggiest fag out of the two of us 🤣 Anyway, I begin licking the shaft of the cock that was fucking him, when the top briefly pulled out, slammed his cock into my throat, then back in the other fag's hole, back into my mouth, and so on. It was amazing. I could taste the cum already in the other fag's ass, the top's cock, and the fag's ass too. All while my top continued to fuck my faggot ass before cumming in me. Once the other fag's top had shot inside him, again his cock went into my throat and I got a brief spurt. Incredible experience and the first time I did this. I'll be looking to do it again for sure. [Edit: yeah I have overused the words fag and faggot here to refer to myself and the other guy. But once someone uses that kind of talk with me, I always respond eagerly!]

I get back to my cabin and have a shower. I try to keep Adam’s seed in me, but there seems to be so much, and it leaks out the entire shower. It makes me proud to have been bred by him, but also sad I am losing his DNA. I throw on a t-shirt and cargo shorts and relax with a coffee and read a book for a couple of hours and with no warning Adam opens my cabin door and comes in and shuts it behind him (clearly, he has no issue using his key). Leaning against the door as if to hold it shut, he is standing there in the same uniform as yesterday, and again a huge bulge in his pants. “Got 15-minute break” is all he says. I jump up and kiss him quickly, and he breaks the kiss and says, “more of that later”. And spins me around and pulls the back of my shorts down and within a minute his manhood is deep inside me again and he is fucking me standing pushed against the wall with enthusiasm. “I just need to let….” and a huge growl as he floods me again with his toxic seed. With my shorts still around my knees he turns me around and kisses me passionately and pulls his pants up. “Ok, 5 more minutes” he says. He doesn’t move but holds me there against the wall with my pants around my knees kissing me. My own cock is rock hard and leaking precum and some gets on the pants of his crotch. “Your turn” he says and kneels and deep throats my cock. After a couple of minutes of sucking me off he looks up and says, “nice neg juices, may be the last I get from you”. With that I lose control and cum all over his face and beard before he gets the chance to get back on it. He stands up, and I feel bad. “You can’t go back to work like that”. And I quickly lick off all my neg cum off his beard and kiss him with it until he is all cleaned up. He kisses me one last time. “No waiting until midnight this time. Be back at 10pm tonight”. At 10 o’clock on the dot Adam lets himself into my cabin and this time he comes bearing gifts. A bottle of wine and some cheese and crackers. He kisses me and says, “can’t not be looking after the father of my babies”. Tonight, is different. We enjoy the wine and chat a lot more about each other. He is such a gorgeous man. Tonight, is romantic. Adam still gives me 3 loads and again he stays the night in my cabin. I tell him I am in Perth for a month and was planning to get a flight back to Sydney. But now I think I might take the train back. His roster doesn’t quite match up, and the best I can do is stay an extra 2 weeks in Perth so I can get his train back. So, I stay 6 weeks in Perth, and we stay in touch the whole six weeks. We text and call almost non-stop. I fear that not only do I want his babies in me, but I want him more than that. We talk a lot about him taking some time off and us having a holiday together. Two weeks in I come down with a cold, and I am suspicious. It isn’t too bad, but I can’t stop wondering if this is his baby inside me. I do a test 3 weeks in and it comes back positive. It is Adams and I feel so “whole”. I decide not to tell Adam until my return trip no matter how often he asks. Adam is in Perth 2 days and nights before his return trip, so he spends them with me. We get a luxury apartment overlooking the ocean and the few hours he is not inside me; we go out for dinners and walks along the beach. He is insanely affectionate even in public and I feel in heaven. We are laying in bed the night before the train ride home and he is saying he wants to try to knock me up on the return trip. I look him in the eyes and say, “well if you did, then I’d be having twins”. He immediately smiles and says, “no way!”. “Yep” I said, “and it can only be yours”. That night we don’t have sex, we make love. It feels so different. He says, “well now we know it is definitely mine, maybe we can make the ride back to Sydney more interesting for you”. To be continued…

ollies hips slid back and forth on the table as doug began to slam harder into the slender teens sensitive ass. "oh no, unggghhh" ollie moaned as he saw the cum dribbling from his pink cockhead. Doug was in complete control of his body, as the mans thick veined cock coaxed another load from olivers comparatively smaller prick. "thats it ollie its better to cum with your pussy. That cock isnt big enough to really satisfy anyone anyway." maybe doug had a point. Ollie felt almost ashamed thinking of his dick compared to Dougs bulbous tool. it was big, powerful, and it could make the boys body do whatever doug wanted. His ass completely surrendered at its touch, and its full length managed to force the boy to cum whether he wanted to or not. Oliver felt helpless as doug sighed, driving himself all the way to the balls in the boy ollie grunted at the mass inside him. "boy cocks dont cum inside holes ollie, but this? this is a man cock sweetie. its a tool. a schlong. I know you dont understand with your little prick but real men fuck deep and they cum deep." Ollie felt humiliated as he watched doug pound his guts into submission. doug came inside last time, he thought. "maybe hes right, maybe thats just what big cocks always do." ollie dreamily wondered to himself as Doug growled above him. "take the seed baby, take up your pussy nice and deep" doug held still as his heavy balls pumped a fresh warm batch of poz cum into the teens loose cunt. Oliver looked down to see dougs big cock kicking inside his guts, painting his pussy with thick gooey streaks of hot white viral jizz. "wow" he whispered breathlessly. "you did just great ollie so i have a little treat for you" Doug slid his dick out of the boy and admired his handiwork. Olivers pink hole was gaped for all to see. his tender pink insides churned gently as the boy panted, decorated with Dougs poison cream like a delicious little strawberry cobbler. Doug zipped his pants and left the boy in a puddle of cum. oliver sat in the room for what seemed like a drug filled eternity. the only sounds were his heavy breathing, and the occasional drip of dougs seed from his hole onto the cold tile floor. he felt miserable thinking about how easily Doug had ignored his pleas, how ineffective any sort of reasoning was from him. Maybe doug was right. the only thing that seemed to reasonably work out lately was happening when the older mans dick was dominating him. he couldnt satisfy his girlfriend anymore. not that it mattered, his cowardice kept him from ever telling her about these little visits. he couldnt even keep his own body from cumming on the mans bloated tool. and he said it. doug finally got him to say it. "pussy" ollie croaked despondently as he watched the door swing open with the smiling older man and his perky nurse in tow. "there we go. Ollie I want you to try taking more cum, can you take a little more while i fix up some vitamins for you?" oliver sighed, covering his leaking cunt in embarassment. Trey had disrobed, revealing his waifish figure, well defined abdominals, puffy pink areolas and caged cock. "once we give you that nice pussy ollie, youll be just like Trey. see how happy he is to meet you?" Doug unlocked the boys cage and began to fondle his cock to hardness. "Trey has a wonderful pussy ollie, so he doesnt fuck boys." Doug deposited a dollop of lube on the moaning nurses cock. "but just this once, hes going to give you a nice little load of his seed. we need to keep you nice and full ollie to make the best pussy." Doug guided trey into ollies sopping hole. "fuck the pretty hole now trey." Ollie took the boy with no effort, noting his similarly sized cock and curiously smaller testicles. "you feel really good inside ollie" trey remarked. "i dont know if ill last long at all" the boy sheepishly confided. "thats okay" the sticky boy blurted thoughtlessly. Oliver watched the doctor prepare a larger syringe and immediately began to worry. the first round of dougs love potion was still doing its job, easing the boy from head to toe, slowing his thoughts and making him an obedient fuck toy. surely doug didnt intend to give him any more of the stuff. "hold nice and still now ollie, these are just some vitamins to help your body" the doctor pushed the needle into the boys ass cheek and dumped its contents. to olivers relief, he didnt seem to feel any different at all. "you pretty boys just keep fucking. ill be right back" Doug slipped out of the room as trey gently stroked Olivers chest and played with his nipples. "what was that?" oliver asked trey curiously. "depo" the boy sighed, making gentle thrusts into the warm hole as he tried his best to fight off a long postponed orgasm. "provera...er...its estrogen ollie." The boy registered the exotic words but couldnt seem to connect any of the dots. "i take it too. doug gives it to all his boys. too much makes you...well it turns you into a girl. Doug gives you just enough to make you...different i guess" Oliver didnt understand. The shot felt nothing at all like the strong cocktail he received earlier. "different?" oliver asked. "youll feel it after a while. it makes your nipples a little puffy and really sensitive. your skin gets softer and you dont cum much at all." ollies jaw went slack. "it makes your balls smaller. sometimes it keeps my dick from getting hard, but i dont mind." "thats horrible" ollie sympathetically replied. "oh not at all" trey giggled. "i dont usually ever fuck a real man. I mean could you imagine? heh, im not going to do much with this little thing." trey smiled. "Doug gave me a pussy so I can make sure big strong men always have somewhere warm to cum in." ollie nodded. Doug did seem to really enjoy cumming inside him. "im poz too, but i dont tell anybody. one time I hooked up with a married guy at an amusement park and he asked, so i just said i was neg." ollie listened intently as Trey began to speed up. "yeah, he was all like 'I need a condom i cant do this without a condom' and it was so silly. I never ever use condoms. So i said to him, 'well can you just maybe tease my hole a little???' and he actually did it!" Trey sounded like he won the lottery as he continued fucking. "do you want to come too?" he offered, fisting the teens cock. "so anyway thats the trick ollie. once you have a really good pussy, all you have to do is get just the head started. big strong men cant ever resist a boy pussy. he totally lost it after he felt mine, and I didnt have to do anything else, he just fucked and fucked and filled me right up. just...like....nngh...this!" Trey pushed deep into the boy and began unloading. Oliver felt a sense of disappointment. compared to Dougs rod, this was just unremarkable. Trey wasnt doing any of the things to his body that doug could. Oliver tensed his abs as he came once more around the nurses softening cock, emptying the last of his balls onto his lower abdominals in a slow stream. as Trey locked himself back in the cage and pulled his trousers up he turned one last time to remark to ollie, "oh and whatever you do, dont miss your appointment! you need to make sure doug gives you a nice big shot of that happy medicine and your estrogen from now on or you feel sick."

Damn that was some story- my gifter had fucked me a lot but it was when I pointed to his PA and he put it on and proceeded to fuck me for hours that 'it' took and I became his son. Still think about it to this day.

Part Six: Swallowing Every Drop *********************************************** Cocks, no matter how hard they get, are still flesh. When push comes to shove (literally), inevitably they bend, flex, contract. But metal? Metal never gives way to flesh; it pushes flesh aside, maintaining its movement and motion at the expense of flesh. And such was exactly the case with Tom's barbell as I felt it slowly pulling out over my second ring, my soft tissue--already brutalized--stretching awkwarldly and tenderly as the pair of balls slid over it. Tom slowly pulled back, then pushed forward again and slowly buried himself to the hilt once more. "Mmmm, yeah. You feel me deep inside you there? My head and bar feel so wet, Gary really spunked you good." Twice. Gary had injected his fatal load in me twice, both times copious amounts of tainted cum, and now it was coating Tom's head and piercing, ready to be gouged into the soft walls of my rectum as they eventually tore open under the onslaught of the metallic monster inside me now. Just one more way to make sure that I left this bed, this house, a changed man. He pulled back and thrust in again. "Much as I love seeing your eyes squeezed shut as you try to enjoy this, I prefer a different angle when I fuck. Time to get on your hands and knees boy." How long had I been laying here? Did it matter? Despite every last ounce of common sense I had that told me I should stop this... get out... go... run, here I was about to roll over to give this sickly and wasted man a better angle to inject his poison into me. I somehow managed to make my arms move and began pulling myself to the left as I, for the second time that night, attempted to turn myself with a solid shaft deep in my ass. I felt a slight dry tug as my outer ass ring painfully began to slide left with me on the base of Tom's dry cock. If you've ever attempted to execute this maneuver, you know there's no way to do it that isn't awkward. Like a pig on a spit roast, you have an axis on which you must rotate, and your limbs become less useful than at any other time. You may need to use short motions, moving one limb at a time, your body rising and falling as you gradually move your right arm underneath you. Eventually you bring your arm far enough underneath that you can plant your hand and begin to make your upper body rise, as your left arm and hand also make contact with the semi-soft covering of the bed. Your body and face begin to rise and your legs in turn begin to establish themselves as your feet adjust to stradle your top. And yet this was made even more complicated for me by the feeling of a piercing tearing at my inner ring with every up and down and left and right movement of my body. Yet somehow I managed to do it and there I was on all fours on the bed, Tom's rigid tool still buried deep within me. Gary reached under and pulled away the pillow that had elevated my ass for him. "Much better." Tom's words were punctuated by another withdraw from my deepest insides, but instead of a short and gentle thrust, this time his head and piercing pulled back until they were just inside my outer ring. And gradually they decended again into me; it was time for him to fuck me. He began to long dick me, the ass juices and bits of Gary's cum no doubt beginning to lubricate his shaft as each pass felt less dry and more smooth. Well, as smooth as can be in this case, since his much thicker shaft continued to stretch my ass, with no loosening in sight. I was clamped firmly on his rigid penis. As his long, slow thrusts continued, I felt the bed shift as I saw Gary mount it in front of me and he laid himself down on his back in front of me, positioned head to head so that he appeared to be upside down. I didn't have to wait to wonder what he intended, as he reached his arms up between mine and slowly pulled his head past mine and moved under my chest. I was now faced with his hairy chest, boney ribcage clearly visible, the lesions just inches from me. And then... Oh fuck. His warm mouth enclosed my right nipple and my head snapped upwards and backwards, and I felt my ass painfully try to clamp down on Tom's tool, almost trying to expel it, as if I could push his nine inches out of me that easily. There was very little my ass muscles could do in their traumatized state, but they definitely did their best to tighten my hole, and as I let out a gutteral groan, I heard Tom do the same and I knew he had felt my contraction. My ass would contract several more times as Gary shifted to my left nipple, and then back to my right, alternating between the two as he suckled them. His hands reached up to my sides, and I noticed for the first time that night how coarse they were as they moved along my lower abdomen, out to my sides, and toward my back. All the while Tom continued his rhythmic assault on my ass, his piercing never failing to remind me of its presence as he steadly gouged my rectum with each thrust and retraction. His pace increased slightly and I felt his balls begin to gently slap against mine with each re-entry. They were definitely large, as large as Gary's, and no doubt just as full of lethal AIDS virus as his partner in crime's were. Virus that I had no doubt would be deep inside me in the very near future. I felt Gary shift further underneath me and as his warm mouth sought out and enclosed the foreskin of my uncut head and my ass contracted one more painful time, I found myself now with my closest look at the weapon that had impaled me at the start of this night. He was solidly hard again, his head swollen beneath the hood, his thinner shaft unable to keep his cock upright as the weight of his bulbous acorn kept it almost laying against his chest. Precum poured from his piss slit, already pooling in a small wet spot near his belly button. The underside of his shaft visible to me, I noticed even it was marked by a lesion, one that had been inside me; I shuddered, both from this knowledge and from the warmth of Gary's mouth as he elevated his head to take most all of my dick into his mouth. Again my ass contracted. "Oh fuck boy, you are bringing me close!" Tom's words refocused my attention on his now-pounding of my ass as his balls began to slap heavily against mine. His hard thrusts driving his barbell deeper into my ass, its walls, and my vulnerable soft tissues as he spread Gary's seed throughout my ass. "Yeah, it's time to fuck this wad into you. Oh yeah, gonna cum, gonna.... AGHHHH!!!" His thrusts had reached their climax, his balls has begun slapping me higher as they drew up, and his already thick and solid shaft grew harder, and with one last, as perhaps the most painful thrust yet, he lodged himself as deeply inside me as he could... and came. It was another torrent of seed as I felt the first two or three jets impact my inner hole's walls; his load was indeed just as large as Gary's, and it continued for a good 8 or 9 well sized shots. He must have been holding this one for days. And as his cum began to find every exposed surface inside me, coating me with deadly seed, my own cock could take no more of the wet, warm attention being paid it and without warning I erupted down Gary's throat. And as his throat was coated with my last negative load, my ass continued--as it had with his two loads--welcoming Tom's seed deep inside me, my inner ring swallowing every drop.

So fucking HOT! Lucky Cameron!

Part Five: The Weight Was Worth It ************************************************ My eyes continued to bring this new arrival into focus and I examined what was obviously about to become a twisted new player in this turn of events. He stood there, wasted just as much as my gifter, thin and boney, clearly older, marked with the same display of blotchy lesions and a thick cut cock pointing straight out in front of him. A large barbell piercing lodged in his cut head, his cock obviously thicker than my gifter's, but without the oversized head. In fact, his head was more or less a small triangle that quickly reached it's maximum width as it blended into the shaft. His erect weapon appeared to be ever so slightly shorter in length, but this time there would be no respite for my ass ring once he was inside me as his shaft maintained its thickness the entire way to his crotch. The piercing clearly had some heft as, despite being fully erect, his cock seemed "head heavy", quite a feat considering the head was just a minor part of him. The barbell was parallel to his cock, with the front ball angled downward from his piss slit, and the rear ball clearly visible on the underside of where his head met shaft. He began to move forward toward the bed. "He's quite the noise maker. Good thing no one lives nearby. Mmmm, quite a looker too. What's your name boy?" My name? It was then I realized that not since the first blink of my phones notification light had I or the man still lodged in me ever exchanged names; my ass wasn't just full of his cum, it was full of anonymous AIDS. And now it was time to put names to faces. My raspy voice from my now very dry throat forced out a reply. "Cameron." "That's a great name. I'm Tom. You've clearly already met Gary." Clearly. "Sounds like you two have been having quite the night. It was the hottest thing I've seen, watching the two of you fuck standing up downstairs." He had been watching us? What the fuck? I had neither seen nor heard hint of a voyeur in the room, but he definitely knew what we had been up to. On cue, Gary--I now had a name for the man who possessed ever inch of my torn, battered, bleeding, and coated rectum--joined in the conversation. "That's right boy, Tom and I enjoy watching each other. It's why we always keep the room dark, so no one notices the other one of us off to the side. And then, if and when we've moved ourselves upstairs, two becomes three, assuming our guest hasn't already called it quits." "And with Gary's wrecking piece, you can understand how often I never get the opportunity to join in. Rarely can an ass survive his first assault, much less take him back inside for a second." Listening to Gary and then Tom was twisting my mind; they were a team, working to tag men. And if Tom's lesions were any indication, he probably carried as potent a virus as his teammate. Again, Gary's mind seemed to read mine. "And for those who make it past me and can still accept Tom in, his piercing brings with it the guarantee that your insides will be torn sufficiently to allow our lethal loads entry into your inner being. Are you ready to take this final step?" I felt his definitely soft but still sizeable head begin tugging against my outer ring as he started pulling back, clearly ready to exit my ass and make way for the metalic intruder that was now pointing over the edge of the bed, right toward my face. The pressure built, not painfully so as it had before, and then I felt a pop as my ass right suddenly opened to expel the hooded demon that had wrecked it just moments ago. He half-slid, half-rolled himself off the end of the bed, as Tom crawled forward to take his place, his cock clearly ready to destroy whatever resistance my ass muscles could still muster. I took a moment to examine him. Yes, he was definitely older, perhaps late 50s to early 60s, short white hair, a white beard, and a dusting of white chest hair on a body covered by dark, leathery skin. He had that look of being overtanned a few too many times, and stretch marks told me that once upon a time he was quite muscular, until that muscle mass had wasted away, leaving stretched and wrinkled skin and lesions behind. His thighs still had a little muscle mass, though they now served more to accent the bulging vascular features, his veins clearly popping. His penis though, as had Gary's, seemed untouched by his wasting; it was thick, solid, and definitely engorged, no doubt at the site of what had to be my gaping, wrecked ass. He moved forward slightly, his head aimed toward my hole which was still elevated by the pillow beneath me. I felt the cold metal of the front ball of his piercing arrive first as it lodged itself inside the opening presented to it. There was no resistance as it popped inside, bringing his head forward to make skin-on-skin contact. I felt my ass open just slightly as the tip of his head moved inside just far enough to bring the second ball to rest on the skin surrounding my ring. I knew he wanted me to feel his augment, his enhancement, before it moved inside. "Have you ever had a pierced cock inside you boy?" It was Gary speaking; Tom's eyes were rolling back into his head, the warmth of my hole clearly already setting his mind to task. "No." "You are in for quite a treat. The back ball is right where his cock reaches full thickness to force it into the soft walls of your ass. It will scratch and abrade you, opening paths to your inner sanctum for our cum to continue converting you." "Oh fuuuuck." It was all I could manage to say as my head fell back against the bed again. The pressure against my ass again built, but this was already a bit painful. Where Gary had lubricated me with his tongue and precum before his entrance, I was now dry outside and Tom clearly did not leak those ass-preparing juices in sufficient quantities, if at all. He continued to push forward as my ass ring painfully expanded to give him entrance, the bottom of my ring being pushed inward by the second ball seeking to join his brother inside me; I had no doubt it was going to hurt when it busted its way in. And boy was I right. Suddenly my ass gave way and the second ball broke through and his shaft suddenly slide a good inch inside as my hole pushed out slightly, attempting to reestablish normal position. As if. God he was thick; where my ass had found relief after Gary's head gave way to a more tolerably thick shaft, Tom's rigid tool wouldn't give me that moment to breathe. This painful, stretched-out feeling was going to be constant. My eyes clamped shut as he continued to move forward, his dry shaft pulling my ass ring inward as he agonizingly forced himself inside. "You're doing well boy, I'm halfway there." "Ooooooh." It was like a moan, groan, and gasp all in one. His steady push forward continued, the second ball clearly pressing itself into me as it slowly inched internally, until I felt the hint of pubic hairs begin tickling my ass while simultaneously feeling his first ball pass though my inner sphincter and the second ball slide against it. He never stopped, pushing forward as I felt my inner block give way and his metalic insert fully embed itself in my inner core. His balls came to rest against my ass as his long, dry shaft kept me fully expanded. Despite the pain, this feeling of metal inside me, pushing outward, digging in while all the while scraping and gouging my soft tissues was something I had never experienced before. It was a sensation like no other and no matter how excrutiatingly full I felt I was determined to enjoy this. And while his cock alone would have been more than enough to fill me and inseminate me, after playing so many times with unpierced cocks I had clearly already decided that the "weight" was worth it.

damn -- count me in

Part Four: A Surprise Visitor ********************************************** We slowly made our way into his bedroom, me still impaled on a not-softening weapon of ass destruction as they say. We reached the bed, which was a little lower than most, and we gradually climbed onto it, making our way to the middle. I leaned forward and put my hands down in front of me, assuming an all-fours position. Just doing so pulled me forward ever so slightly, and I felt that now-familiar tug of his head on my inner ring. Fuck. With that pounding and constant bullying open of that sphincter muscle, how was it still tight enough to resist? But it was, and I felt myself scoot back just a bit to ease the pressure. He had other ideas though. "Here boy, slowly turn yourself over and lay on your back." He slid a pillow in front of his knees to help raise my ass once I turned, and slowly I managed to turn myself, lifting my left leg up and over him as I went from face down to upright. And then, I felt myself falling back onto the bed and his pillow as I lost the arm support that had been holding me up. And as I sank down to the bed, my ass pulled away, painfully ripping his head out of my inner chute and leaving it halfway inside that first segment of rectum. I looked up and, from the soft light emerging into the room from the hallway, I saw him for the first time in person. He looked much like his picture but now with the light from outside I noticed that underneath the patch of fur on his chest and, indeed, up and down his arms, were dark blotches. Lesions. They dotted him all over below his neckline, a testament to just how truly sick and virulent this man was--this man who had just impregnated me with seed that would likely treat me just the same. My inner ass was drowning in poison, and I could feel the still-hot liquid slowly sliding further up into me as, with my ass elevated, gravity pulled it along previously untainted tissue. My head fell back against the bed. "Fuuuck. What did I just do?" He chuckled at hearing this. I looked him straight in the eyes as he spoke. "You surrendered yourself to me, and now I am part of you. Inside you." And with that he pushed his half burried shaft into me again, lodging up against the weakening resistance of my inner core. He fell forward, his hands landing on either side of me, his face now above me, and he flexed his cock inside me as I tried to push my head back further into a bed that would resist me as I had not him. He pushed again through my inner ring, lodging even more deeply than before as my eyes shot open and my mouth dropped open to cry out. Yet that cry was quickly muffled by his mouth on mine as I once again felt his ballsack come to rest against me, both globes inside still feeling amply full. His tongue pushed mine aside as he explored my mouth just as enthusiastically as he had my ass just a few moments ago. All the while his uncut meat launched itself into a steady fuck rhythm once again, battering a torn and bruised anal cavity that was susceptible to every disease that coarsed through his veins. His eyes locked on mine as he raised his head, never slowing but gradually increasing the forcefulness of his second assault. "Mmmm boy, yeah, take me. Take everything I have, deep inside you let it become part of you." My voice wavered now, suddenly I realized that while the thought of a poz man turned me on, I hadn't thought completely about what other bugs he might have. "What do you mean, 'take everything'?" "Shhh, I've given you many special gifts, and will soon gift them to you again. Not just my deadly and untreatable AIDS but other beautiful things for your body to enjoy. You will discover them over time, but they are already part of you now." His thrusts continued to increase and the slapping sound of his balls faded slightly as they began to draw up for another release. I looked at him as his eyes rolled up into his head. He practically shouted. "Oh god boy, I'm going to cum in you again, more seed inside you!" His cock once again became a steel pole and with a few more thrusts, he lodged himself deep inside me and froze, his body convulsing and shaking this time as wave after wave of toxic cum shot like bullets into me, gravity sliding them down soft tissue as the burning sensation in me reappeared and seemed to spread. His head flew back in ecstasy. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" He continued to convulse as another 7-8 thick spurts of cum fired into my ass. Apparently he had not cum in quite some time as this load was just as big, if not substantially larger than the first. He collapsed on me, still buried balls-deep, his rigid penis still twitching and pulsing death into me. He was himself also still convulsing slightly, and as my hands found their way up and over him and landed on his back, I felt more lesions there and realized I was again taking his potent seed, another few pulses as liquid dribbled from his piss slit. "Fuuuuuuck." It was all he could say as his frail body lay on top of mine. His head came down to the right of mine. Little flexes of his shaft still felt in every corner of my abused, diseased rectum. He lay there, and I felt his cock finally begin to shrink a bit. I still had his head trapped up inside my second hole, but even it eventually softened enough and I felt it pop back into my main chute as he began to slowly pull himself up and withdraw his cock until just that legendary head remained. He returned himself fully to a squatting position, 2 inches still inside me, and looked at the results of his entrance and subsequent destruction. "Mmmm, only a few specks of blood boy. I thought for sure I had ripped you wide open the way you screamed earlier." I felt the tug of his head as he pulled it back against my asshole. Blood. It was certain then. With everything he said he had, no way would some of it not find its way there. "In a few days you'll probably feel quite sick, but then you will possess the same seed as me. Ready to be spread to whomever you desire. An attractive young buck like yourself will have no trouble finding himself willing holes to seed. Holes I cannot tag looking like this." He pointed to his lesions. He was right. Had I seen them I very well may not have ever turned off the road earlier. But here I was, his hooded head still inside me. I had taken him willingly, my hormonal desires impairing any form of better judgement and now two loads of an untreatable form of AIDS lay deep inside me, being absorb even as my brain pondered the wisdom of my choices. "Would you like a surprise visitor?" As if I any longer had a choice? I knew what awaited me, what was to be my fate. With everything he had hinted at contained in his semen, I would have many, many surprise visitors in the next few months. Visitors that would be hard to get rid of, if at all, and who would all contribute to the deterioration of my body, until I too was frail, lesioned, and searching for a vessel to carry my eventual lethality. I spoke again in my now scratchy voice, words that escaped reason and sanity. "Yes, I can't wait." "Who said anything about waiting?" Wait. Oh god. That wasn't his voice! Where had it come from? We weren't alone??? I looked past him and there, as my eyes focused, silhouetted in the doorway--by the light of the hallway--stood another naked man. We did indeed have a surprise visitor. And my night was clearly not over.

Fucken hot dude..... more