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So I'm still working on my other story but his is a shorter little side project that became a brain worm I had to get out. This is likely only going to have three parts. Here is part 1. I Corrupted My Young Husband I stroked my cock as I watched the big hairy muscle bear fucking my boy in our sling. I glanced down at the computer which had the feeds from the two cameras and made sure they were capturing all the action including a close up of the man’s bare cock slamming in and out of my husband’s hole. It was just three years ago that I first met Joey, the straight jock that had enrolled in my Queer Studies class in the spring semester of his senior year. When the class were introducing themselves, he was horribly overcompensating and oversharing, he said he was only taking the class because he needed the last few credits from a humanities class to graduate and that with his schedule and being a varsity wrestler, this was the only class that fit his schedule. By the time he graduated, he had accepted my invite for coffee. I had learned over the semester that the main reason he had not considered himself gay was because he was not attracted to guys his age, nor was he attracted to flamboyant guys, but he had developed an infatuation with me, his professor that was thirty years older. He eventually expressed how he wanted to be in a monogamous relationship, to be devoted to another man, to have that man devoted to him, and to be safe from STI’s. After that meeting, it was two more weeks before I popped his anal cherry. He insisted that I wear a condom and I obliged. He was a hot little muscle stud that was also smart and fun to spend time with. A couple months later he moved in with me and we told each other how we would be exclusive and devoted to each other. What I had not shared with him was that my main sexual kink was that I was a voyeur. I loved nothing more than watching someone getting fucked and bred, live and in person in front of me. Before he moved in I would spend a few nights a month at a bath house in the big city watching guys get fucked. Joey was the most beautiful specimen of youthful masculinity that had ever hit on me. Every time I fucked him, safely with a condom of course, I was fantasizing about this hot stud getting gang-banged by random men, being a free use, no loads refused cum-dump. Now, here we were three years later, living out my fantasy and what also, with some subtle prodding, turned out to be his as well. I just had to nudge him along the path. The first three months, I fucked him occasionally, always wrapped up to ‘be safe’. He trusted me and after us both being monogamous for six months and getting tested together, he agreed that we could fuck bare, but he insisted we also both go on PrEP, ‘just in case’. I agreed. It felt so much better to be inside his young tight hole bare then wearing a rubber, and he agreed. I could tell he enjoyed feeling my bare cock in him and he loved when I came inside him. He would play with his cummy hole afterward as I sucked him off and swallowed his load. Of course this still was not satisfying my deepest desires, and the frequency of our fucking declined over the next few months. Having long repressed his desires, Joey wanted to be fucked constantly and I was not meeting his needs. We had several long heart to heart talks and we agreed that he could go outside our relationship to get that itch in his ass scratched, but we agreed to some conditions, one I insisted on and two he wanted. My condition, which he eagerly accepted was that I would always be present when he was hooking up with guys outside our relationship. This feed right into my voyeur kink. He insisted that I not fuck other guys, which I was fine with as I understood his jealously and his abandonment issues from his absent father. He also promised that anyone fucking him would wear a condom and that I was the only one that would fuck him bare. I humored him on this one, but let him know that I trusted the effectiveness of PrEP. I helped him find older tops that wanted a piece of his hot muscular jock ass. We did the search together and he saw that many tops lost interest when he texted them that he wanted them to wear a condom. Plus after getting fucked by a few tops that did wear condoms, he had admitted, that after getting fucked bare and bred by me, he preferred getting fucked without a condom and having a man’s load inside him. I shared with him the info on PrEP’s effectiveness and eventually he agreed to go ahead and get fucked bare by other neg guys on PrEP. Overtime I shared more info with him about how undetectable equaled untransmittable, and he allowed me to broaden the pool of guys that fucked him while I watched to include poz guys that were undetectable. I introduced him to poz breeding porn, at first just pointing it out to him, and telling him I came across it while doing research about if it was safe to have undetectable guys fuck him. I did notice that he would check it out when I he thought I wasn’t watching him. We had also expended our usual play sessions from him having one guy come over to fuck him, to hosting gangbangs. He really enjoyed being the focus of long pump and dump sessions with multiple guys breeding his hole. We would usually finish the night with mine being the final load that would get dumped in his well used sloppy hole. As the months went on and he kept taking more and more loads, he asked me what would happen if it turned out that PrEP failed and he ended up getting infected. He wanted to know if I would still love him and if I would still want him if that happened. We were talking about it after a day where he had taken at least eight loads. He was on his back as I fucked him. I looked down into his eyes as I started to thrust into him harder, “I’d still love you and I’d still want to watch you getting fucked by other guys. I’d take care of you and make sure stayed healthy. You’re my Boy and will be forever, regardless of your status.” Our schedules were busy so it was a couple weeks before I was able to arrange another pump and dump session for him. This one though I had a little surprise for him to see how he would react, it would be a little test to see if he was willing to go further. On Saturday I had eight guys lined up to come breed my boy as I watched and filmed some of it. I always left it up to the tops if they were okay with me filming or not. I told Joey that the last top of the day was rather concerned about his privacy, so it wouldn’t be filmed and the top also wanted Joey to wear a blindfold. Joey was fine with that, quite a few of the tops liked to fuck him while he was blindfolded, it added a little something extra for them. The day had gone like normal, five of the guys had let me turn the cameras on and record. When it was time for the last top of the day, I turned the cameras off, got the blindfold out and put it on my little hot muscle stud of a husband. I then helped him get into position on all fours at the edge of the bed. Then I went into the living room and fetched the waiting top. He was mid-forties, white guy, slightly balding, decent shape, but with a nice eight inch girthy cock. He looked at me and asked, “You sure you want me to do this? It might fuck with his head more than you think.” “I think I know how he will react and it will be fine, trust me. I know he wants it, but he just isn’t ready to admit to me or maybe even himself yet,” I answered. “Okay, you’re the one that has to live with him if he reacts poorly. If he freaks I’m out the door,” said the man who in our online chats had given his name as Ray. I led him into our playroom. “Damn, he’s even hotter than in the pics you posted,” said Ray as he saw my boy on the bed. “You ready to another load Boy,” he asked as he walked over to the bed, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his cock as he approached. I closed the door, shutting it a bit to hard so it made noise, “Sorry about that,” I said make sure my Boy still knew I was in the room with him and Ray. Ray didn’t take long to get hard, he stroked his cock with one hand while sticking a finger from his other hand into Joey’s cum filled hole. “Damn, that’s a sloppy hole you have there Boy,” he said as he stroked himself while finger Joey’s asshole. “Thank you, Sir,” purred Joey as he pushed his ass back against the stranger’s finger. “Please fuck me Sir and give me your load,” he begged. I watched Ray fuck my Boy for about ten minutes. I was so fucking turned on, I gently rubbed my hard cock through my shorts. Eventually Ray turned and looked at me, then gave the agreed upon que for when he was getting close to cumming. He looked at me and said, “Hey can I get a some water, I’m parched.” My Boy knew that I had bottles of water in the room in case any of the tops needed a drink. What he didn’t know is that this was a set up. After a brief pause, I replied, “Sorry man, the previous guy took the last one, I’ll go get one from the kitchen.” Ray responded with a grunt of acknowledgment for the Boy’s benefit as he smirked at me. I went to the door and did my best to make as much noise opening it and then closing it as I could. A couple of seconds after I closed the door, but hadn’t actually left the room, Ray shoved Joey down onto the bed and lay on top of him as he continued to fuck him with his thick cock. The stranger brought his head down and whispered in my Boy’s ear, “Damn Boy, it’s a shame you are on PrEP cause I’ve been off my meds for a few months and I have a high viral load. You are one hot cum dump and I’d love to gift you and infect that hot ass of yours.” I don’t know who was more anxious for how Joey would respond, Ray or me. Joey didn’t say anything he just moaned and started thrusting his ass back up to meet Ray’s fucking. “Shit Boy, you are milking my cock like you want that toxic load. You want it don’t you, you want to me infect you? Don’t you?” asked Ray as he started thrusting harder, he was no longer whispering, but as far as Joey knew, they were alone in the room. Joey was moaning like crazy and being more active than he had with any of the previous guys today, thrusting back against Ray and grinding his crotch against the bed as Ray fucked him. “You want this toxic load Boy? You want it in your ass or should I pull out and shoot on your back?” asked Ray as he was getting close to cumming. Joey made a whining moan noise I’d never heard before. Ray was fucking my husband really hard now and Joey was clearing enjoying it. “That’s not good enough Boy, I’m going to pull out and waste this high viral load on your back unless you ask for it.” I knew Joey well enough that I recognized that he was cumming as he yelled out, “Please Sir, give me your toxic load, infect, poz me, breed me.” “Fuck yeah Boy,” said Ray as he reached his own organism from the combination of the dirty poz talk and Joey’s ass clenching his cock as the young muscle shot his own load onto the rubber playsheet covering the bed. I waited a couple seconds before opening the door and pretending to enter the room. “Oh damn, it looks like the missed the climax, but here’s your water,” I said trying my best to pretend I wasn’t on the verge of shooting my own load into my shorts from having watched that all unfold. “Thanks man,” said Ray as he kept up the act. He pulled his spent cock out of Joey and lifted up off the bed. He stood over Joey and slapped his ass, “Good thing you aren’t a girl cause if you were my potent load would definitely knock you up.” Joey did his best to act like this had just been another of the pump and dump encounters, “Thank you for giving my your load Sir.” “Your welcome Boy, I’m just bummed it’s only my load I’m giving you,” replied Ray as he zipped up his pants and turned to leave the room. On his way out, he leaned into me and whispered, “You have to call me if ever wants this for real, I’ll gladly take a med holiday to knock him up.” “Thank you for coming,” I said loudly as I nodded at Ray and gave him a thumbs up. Ray left the room and headed out of the house as I quickly pulled down my shorts and climbed on top of Joey who was still laying on the bed in a state of bliss after his organism. “He was a hot fucker,” I said as I slid my cock into Joey’s cum filled ass. It wasn’t going to take me long to add my own load. “You’ve been taking your PrEP right?” asked Joey, trying to disguise the sudden panic in his voice as he thought I was sliding my bare cock into his hole which had just received a toxic load.

He walked over and sat at the other end of the couch facing me. He opened his legs and stroked his hard huge obelisk of a cock. "Massage my balls and finger my perinium please", he said I thought for a second. It seemed safe enough. It's not like he asked me to suck his cock. I crawled over to him and sat between his legs. As I did that he lowered his left leg around my waist and his right leg came up from the ground and around my waist as well locking me in a bit. I started to massage his balls and search for his premium. He quickened his stroking of his mammoth cock. I worked his balls and found his perinium. He "Yeah boy work Daddy's balls and knot", he moaned. I couldn't help but stare at his huge cock. It was gorgeous. It was not just long at least 9" but thick and his veins made it so sexy. His cock head was large too like a plow. Being this close for the first time I noticed there was a hole like a piercing under his cock head. I kept massaging his balls and knot. He kept moaning. "Ahhh yeah. Go ahead and play with my hole baby, please" he moaned. I paused. He wants me to play with his asshole I thought? Isn't he a top? What about his disease? He must've seen me think. "Dan don't worry you can't catch AIDS from rubbing my hole or sticking a finger up it." he said jokingly "Oh yeah I know just never been asked to do that to a guy before. And aren't you a top" i said casually I reached further down and found his hole. He slide back and up to allow easier access. I played with it teasing it and massaging his balls. "Go ahead and stick you finger in", he said "I thought you were a top" I said "Yes I am but it feels good and second a good top knows how to take a dick too once in a while. That's what makes him a good top" Rick said "I don't have any lube near by lets use our cum" Rick said He pointed at the cum on me and his leaking precum. I rubbed my finger in both and then tried to stick it in his ass. He was tight and I didn't want to hurt him. "Go ahead don't worry just stick in easy. Slowly" Rick said looking at me I slowly pushed in and my finger went. He let out a moan. I pushed my finger in deeper. "Swirl it around and pushed it deep and hook it back to you" he moaned I did just that. It felt tight and wet and warm, like a pussy. It reminded me this first time I fingered Jane. Rick kept moaning and stroking his cock and playing with his nipples, all the while his eyes locked on me. I love the way he looked at me. It made me feel safe, loved, beautiful, sexy and that he was in caring control. As I hooked my finger back, he let out a deep moan. "Ohhh yeah do it baby do it for Daddy", he yelled My fingers went into overdrive, I worked his sweet spot and his balls. After another 20 seconds, he yelled. "Ughhhhhhhh here it comes", he moaned My eyes left his and focused on his huge hard cock. I was focused on it. He was slowly pumping not fast or erratic and his precum was just oozing out and then a small spurt of this cream popped, then a spray of drops all over, then large spurts came shooting out of his hot cum. I felt his ass squeeze hard around my finger as he orgasmed.

Dan is out of town for a business trip looking for some relief. Sitting at a hotel bar, he saw a blinking notification from an app he rarely opened. The profile was sparse: 28. Local. Discipline preferred. Dan doesn’t usually meet anonymous profiles, but he has two weeks of pent-up tension, so he’s at the point that he just wants to get off. He has submissive tendencies but has never played with anyone who is a Dom, let alone a much younger Dom. He got the address and got himself cleaned up, then headed out. The hotel was a ten-minute cab ride away, a sleek, nondescript tower near the convention center. He paid in cash, a habit leftover from his divorce. The elevator smelled like bleach and something floral, the kind of scent designed to mask deeper stains. His reflection in the mirrored walls looked back at him: salt-and-pepper stubble, the faintest hint of crow's feet. Still fit, but not like he was at thirty. Dan, a middle-aged man in his 40s, was away on a business trip and looking for a way to relieve the stress of the past two weeks. Though not as "ripped" as he was during his college athlete days, he still maintained a nice build. While sitting at a hotel bar, he noticed a blinking notification from an app he rarely opened. The profile was sparse: 28. Local. Discipline preferred. Dan didn't usually meet anonymous profiles, but the built-up tension was significant enough that he just wanted to get off. Though he had submissive tendencies, he had never played with a Dom, especially one who was much younger. After getting the address, he cleaned himself up and headed out. Room 1417. The keycard was on the back of the "do not disturb" sign, as he was told. It slipped in his damp palm on the first try. The second time, the light blinked green. Inside, the curtains were drawn. A single lamp cast long shadows across the bedspread, its synthetic fibers unnaturally smooth under his fingertips. His pulse hammered in his throat. The instructions had been clear: Strip. Blindfold. Kneel. Wait. Simple, except for the way his hands shook as he unbuckled his belt. The leather hissed through the loops. He folded his clothes, a pointless gesture, but the ritual calmed him. The blindfold was on the floor, black silk with an adjustable strap. It smelled faintly of cedar. He inhaled, exhaled, then pulled it over his eyes. The darkness was immediate, total. "Sir," he said, then cleared his throat. "I'm ready." Silence. Then soft footsteps. Not dress shoes. Sneakers, maybe. Dan held himself perfectly still. A scent that was vaguely familiar, something citrusy. Grapefruit, or bergamot. Fingers brushed his collarbone. Dan jerked, then forced himself to relax. The touch trailed lower, pausing over his sternum. A thumb pressed into the hollow of his throat. "Good," said a voice. Young, but not as young as he'd expected. Husky. "You follow directions." Dan's mouth went dry. He nodded. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but he thought it must be his nerves and dismissed the thought. The thumb pressed harder. "Use your words." "Yes," Dan managed. "Sir." “Crawl forward until I tell you to stop.” The hand withdrew. He began crawling. His soft, hung cock swung between his legs. “Stop. Turn to your right, but extend your arm out until you feel the bed, then keep your hand on the bed.” Dan followed the instructions. "Now," said the voice, closer now, warm breath ghosting over Dan's ear. "Let's see if you can keep that up, but first, open your mouth." The young man gave him a pill to take and offered him some cold Gatorade. “Relax.” Dan took a few seconds to calm himself. This had already gone beyond the level of kink he had experienced before. “Are you ready?” the young man asked. Dan nodded. Dan felt the first slap before he heard it, a sharp crack against his left cheek, the sting radiating outward in slow waves. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, knees grinding into the carpet fibers. The pain was bright, almost electric, and beneath it, something hotter uncoiled in his gut. Fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back. The blindfold shifted slightly, pressing tighter against the bridge of his nose. A thumb dragged across his lower lip—dry at first, then wet with spit. Dan opened his mouth on instinct, and the thumb pushed in, pressing down on his tongue. The taste of salt, faintly metallic. "Hands behind your back," the voice commanded. Dan obeyed, wrists brushing the small of his back. The click of metal—handcuffs, probably—preceded the cold bite of steel around his flesh. They ratcheted tighter than necessary, the edges pinching. A knee nudged his thighs apart. Dan spread them wider, the carpet now rough against his inner skin. The air against his exposed flesh was cool, but the room itself felt thicker, heavier—like the walls were leaning in. The first touch to his cock was almost casual—a single fingertip tracing the vein underneath. Dan hissed, his hips twitching upward. The hand retreated immediately. "No," the voice chided. A sharp flick to his nipple this time, the pain lancing downward. "You don't move unless I say." Dan clenched his teeth. Sweat beaded along his spine. The scent of the other man—bergamot, definitely bergamot—mixed with the smell of the sweat of his own arousal. A palm flattened against his chest, pushing until his shoulders met the bedframe. The edge dug into his scapula. "Count," the voice said. The next slap landed harder, the sound echoing off the hotel walls. "One," Dan gasped. The third strike came lower, across his ribs. "Two." By six, his skin burned, every nerve alight. By eight, his cock was leaking against his stomach. The ninth never came—instead, fingers wrapped around his throat, squeezing just shy of too tight. "Look at you," the voice murmured, almost admiringly. "So eager." Dan's breath hitched. The pressure eased, then returned, a rhythm now, each release timed to the pounding of his pulse. "Sir," he choked out. The grip tightened. "Beg." Dan's throat worked against the pressure. The word scraped out: "Please." "Louder." The fingers loosened just enough for him to draw a ragged breath. "Please, sir." His voice cracked. The blindfold was damp now, sweat or tears, he couldn't tell. The citrus scent intensified as the man leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Dan's ear. "Good boy." The praise burned hotter than the slaps. Dan shuddered, the handcuffs biting deeper as his muscles tensed. A knee slid between his thighs, nudging them wider still. The carpet fibers scratched his inner thighs, the discomfort sharpening every sensation. Fingers traced the crease where his leg met his groin, slow, teasing, stopping just short of where he ached. Then he felt teeth. Sharp against his nipple. Dan arched off the floor with a choked noise. The bite turned to suction, the pain bleeding into pleasure. The man's free hand wrapped around Dan's cock, squeezing just once, dry, rough, perfect. Precum smeared across his stomach. "Look at that," the voice murmured. A thumb swiped through the wetness, then pressed against Dan's lips. He tasted himself, salt and musk. The hand on his throat vanished, replaced by a palm flattening against his chest. "Someone is liking this." "Stay." The command vibrated through him. Footsteps retreated. "Sir, I—" Dan started to feel dizzy and his body warming up, an unusual rush, an urge rising from his stomach that he wasn’t quite sure was going on. Dan's protest died as the first slap cracked across his ass. The sting radiated outward, settling into a dull throb that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. "Did I say you could speak?" The voice was closer now, right behind him. Dan swallowed hard, shaking his head. The blindfold slipped slightly, letting in a sliver of light—just enough to make out the vague outline of a dresser, the edge of the bed. A hand grabbed his hair, forcing his head back. "Answer properly." "No, sir." "Good." The hand released him, leaving behind a tingling scalp. Fingers traced the curve of his spine, stopping just above the swell of his ass. Dan held his breath. "Relax." The touch disappeared. Then— The unmistakable sound of a belt buckle coming undone. Dan's pulse jumped. The anticipation coiled tighter in his gut. His hands were uncuffed, then he heard, "Hands on the bed. Don't move." Dan obeyed. The first strike came without warning—leather biting into flesh. Dan gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. "One," he choked out. "Very good. A quick learner." The second landed lower, harder. "Two." By five, his skin burned. By seven, his thighs trembled. The eighth never came. Instead, fingers hooked under the blindfold, pulling it off in one sharp motion. Light flooded his vision. Dan blinked, eyes watering. And then he saw him through the hotel bed headboard mirror. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in nothing but a black jockstrap and a smirk. Recognition hit like a gut punch. "Jason?" The smirk widened. "Hey, Coach." Dan's stomach dropped. Jason Mercer, star linebacker, class of '16. The kid he'd mentored, the one he'd driven home after practice when his dad was too drunk to pick him up. The kid who wasn't a kid anymore. Jason's thumb brushed Dan's lower lip. "Surprise." Dan opened his mouth, to protest, to ask, but Jason pushed two fingers inside instead, pressing down on his tongue. "Uh-uh." Jason leaned in, close enough for Dan to smell the spearmint gum on his breath. "No talking." Dan swallowed around the intrusion, tasting salt and leather. Jason pulled his fingers free, dragging them down Dan's chin. "Now, where were we?" His palm landed on Dan's ass, right where the belt had marked him. Dan hissed. Jason chuckled. "That's more like it." The belt slipped between Dan's parted thighs, the leather still warm from its earlier use. Jason dragged it upward slowly, letting the rough underside scrape against his balls before pulling it taut against his perineum, just shy of painful. Dan's breath hitched. His cock twitched, already half-hard again despite the earlier slaps. Then pressure, Jason leaning in, his erection grinding against Dan's lower back. Heat radiated through the fabric. Dan's mouth watered. He remembered those thighs from the weight room, how Jason would smirk while repping twice what anyone else could. "Eyes on me." Jason's fingers curled into Dan's hair again, forcing his head back at an awkward angle. The new position made his throat work as Jason traced his Adam's apple with the tip of the belt. "You used to yell at me for slouching during drills. Look at you now." Dan's pulse hammered against the leather. He couldn't speak, could barely think, with Jason's free hand roaming his chest, tweaking a nipple, pinching just hard enough to make his hips jerk forward. The belt tightened. Jason hummed. "Still responsive. Good." He released the pressure abruptly, letting the belt fall to the floor with a muffled thud. "Open." The command registered a second before Jason's cock pressed against his lips, thick as a beer can, already leaking, the musk of it flooding Dan's senses. He opened obediently, letting the head push past his teeth. The taste bloomed bitter-salt across his tongue. Jason didn't give him time to adjust. One hand still fisted in his hair, the other guiding his hips, Jason began fucking his mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. Dan could hardly open his mouth any wider, and gagged on the third thrust, tears pricking his eyes as the tip hit the back of his throat. Despite the discomfort, Dan wanted it. The rush he felt in his chest felt satisfying by sucking on Jason’s hard cock. His cock hardened and twitched on its own by the thought of it. Jason paused, letting him catch his breath, then pushed deeper. "Relax your jaw," he murmured, his thumb brushing Dan's cheek where it stretched around his girth. "Yeah. Just like that." Saliva dripped down Dan's chin. His hand gripped the bedsheet tighter as Jason set a relentless pace, the slap of skin against skin obscene in the quiet room. The stretch burned, but beneath it—God, beneath it—the ache of submission coiled tighter with every thrust. Jason's grip tightened. "Look at me." Dan forced his eyes open. Jason's pupils were blown, his lower lip caught between his teeth. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through Dan's gut. "Remember," Jason panted, his hips stuttering, "when you made me run suicides for mouthing off?" He bottomed out, groaning as Dan's throat fluttered around him. "Bet you regret that now." Dan's nostrils flared—oxygen deprivation, humiliation, arousal all twisting together. His cock leaked against the bedsheets, untouched. Jason's fingers flexed in his hair, pulling just shy of painful as he withdrew completely. The sudden absence left Dan gasping, spit-slick lips parted. Jason tapped his cheek with two fingers. "Turn over. Ass up." Dan rolled onto his back. Jason's knee pinned his thigh before he could complete the motion. "Try again," Jason murmured, his thumb tracing the hollow of Dan's hipbone. "Slow." Dan obeyed, the stretch in his muscles obscenely intimate as he presented himself. The air conditioner kicked on, chilling the sweat along his spine. Jason's exhale on Dan’s hole before his tongue swiped upward, broad, wet, deliberate. Dan jerked, his elbows buckling. Jason chuckled against his skin. "Still ticklish." He spread Dan wider, his thumbs digging into firm flesh, and licked a slow circle around his rim. The drag of his tongue was filthy, unhurried, the kind of teasing that had Dan pushing back shamelessly. Jason rewarded him with a firmer press, the tip of his tongue breaching just enough to make Dan's toes curl. "Taste yourself," Jason ordered, rising to smear his spit-slick chin against Dan's mouth. The musk of his own arousal flooded Dan's senses—salt, sweat, something deeper. Jason's fingers replaced his tongue, circling lazily. "Next time," he breathed, "I won't be so gentle." His fingertip breached Dan on the word "gentle," the stretch burning gloriously. Dan arched, the headboard rattling as Jason crooned, "There you go, Coach. Take it." The room was spinning for Dan. Between the burn and the forceful stretch of Jason’s finger, he moaned uncontrollably and wanted more. Jason's other hand held Dan down while that finger worked deeper, twisting just shy of cruel. Dan turned to the side, buried his face into the bed, his breath hitching as Jason scissored him open, too fast, not enough, then added a second finger alongside the first. The stretch burned white, hot, his rim fluttering around the intrusion. Jason's breath hitched. "Fuck. Still tight." Dan's cock dripped onto his stomach, untouched. He could feel Jason's gaze tracing the mess he'd made, the silent judgment making his ears burn hotter than the stretch. Jason twisted his wrist, dragging his fingertips along Dan's walls until he gasped—then pulled out entirely. The sudden emptiness left Dan panting. The bed dipped. Jason's knees bracketed his thighs. "Tell me what you want." Dan's tongue felt too thick. "You. Inside." Jason's chuckle vibrated through him. "Yeah?" The first press of his cockhead against Dan's hole stole his breath. Jason leaned over him, chest to back, and nipped his earlobe. "Beg properly." Dan shuddered. "Please. Fuck me, Jason." “You sure you can take my thick cock?” “Yes. Jason. Please.” Jason slapped Dan across the face. At that moment he could tell how high Dan was. He almost forgot that he had given Dan a good dose of G and a capsule packed full of tina. “Who is Jason?” “Yes. Sir, Please,” Dan said. Jason sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. Dan's vision whited out. The stretch bordered on pain, his body struggling to accommodate Jason's thickness. Jason's dick wasn’t even halfway in. Jason applied a generous amount of lube to his dick again and sprayed maximum impact on a rag, then shoved it in Dan’s mouth. “Inhale deep and hold it.” Dan did as instructed. For the next 30 seconds or so he was completely disoriented. His mind went blank, as if his soul left his body. When he finally slowly regained consciousness, he was surprised to find Jason pounding his ass. Dan could feel his hips slammed against Jason. He had no clue how he managed to take the rest of Jason’s thick, hard, throbbing cock. "Jesus. You feel—” His voice broke. Jason rolled his hips experimentally, pulling a moan from Dan's throat. "Look at you," Jason murmured, dragging Dan upright by the hair. The new angle made his cock brush something deep, wrenching a punched-out noise from his lungs. Jason's hand wrapped around his throat, thumb pressing his pulse point. "All those years telling me to sit straight," he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust, "and now you're taking my cock like this." Dan's stomach clenched. The slap of skin filled the room, obscenely wet where Jason's balls hit his taint. Jason's free hand palmed Dan's leaking cock, stroking in time with his thrusts—too rough, too perfect. "Gonna come inside you," Jason panted, teeth scraping Dan's shoulder. "Just like you taught me—finish what I started." Jason's cock pulsed in Dan. The first pulse hit without ceremony. Jason groaned, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding Dan’s guts in hot, thick waves. Dan felt it—the way Jason’s cock twitched inside him, the way his own body clenched instinctively around it, milking him dry. But Jason didn’t pull out. He stayed, panting against Dan’s shoulder, his grip tightening as his breathing evened out. Then he moved again. Dan barely had time to gasp before Jason was on him again—no warning, no easing back in—just the brutal slide of thick, familiar heat splitting him open all over again. The sudden fullness punched the air from his lungs, his body still loose and trembling from the first round. Jason didn’t give him a second to adjust, slamming home with a force that rocked the bedframe against the wall. "Fuck—thought I was done with you?" Jason’s voice was raw, his hands vise-like on Dan’s hips as he drove into him, each thrust landing with a wet smack. Dan’s vision blurred at the edges, his cock twitching uselessly against his stomach, oversensitive but still hard. The stretch burned differently now—deeper, like Jason was carving a space inside him that wouldn’t close. The second load came harder, Jason’s teeth sinking into Dan’s shoulder as he came with a ragged curse. This time, Dan felt the spillover—warmth trickling down his thigh, the sheets sticking to his skin. Jason didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause. Just kept driving into him, his breath hot against Dan’s neck, his voice rough with something like awe. "One more." Dan’s protest died in a choked whine. Jason fucked him through the mess, his thrusts turning slick and filthy, the sound obscene in the quiet room. "You take it so good," Jason muttered, almost to himself, as his pace picked up. Dan could only nod, his throat too ruined to speak, his body pliant under Jason’s hands. Jason emptied himself a third time, his groan muffled against Dan’s spine. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with it. Dan’s legs shook, his hole clenching around nothing as Jason finally pulled out, leaving him wet and wrecked. Dan obeyed, the salt-bitter taste flooding his tongue as Jason watched, pupils blown. He barely registered the bed shifting until Jason’s weight settled between his legs again—the head of his cock already nudging at Dan’s spent hole. "No—” Dan’s voice cracked. Jason didn’t hesitate. He sheathed himself in one smooth thrust, bottoming out with a groan as Dan’s body yielded impossibly again. "Fuck. Still so tight." His hands pinned Dan’s wrists, his hips pistoning with renewed hunger. The overstimulation was electric—Dan arched, his cock twitching dryly as Jason’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath hot against Dan’s throat. A load shot out of Dan’s untouched dick and some of his cum got on Jason’s face. Jason licked what he could reach with his tongue. Jason growled, his hips grinding as he emptied himself in Dan once more. Dan felt the cum leaking out around the stretch of him. Both of them were exhausted. Dan could not believe his ex-player dom had unloaded in him 4 times in a row. Without being told, Dan said, “Thank you for your load, sir.” It made Jason chuckle, and he said, “Get out of here.” Dan got dressed and left the room. Somewhere beneath the exhaustion, beneath the ache, something unfamiliar hummed—not regret, not exactly. Want. Raw and gnawing. During his Uber ride back to his hotel, he reached for his phone, fingers trembling. The app was still open. He tapped on Jason’s profile and typed, “When can I serve you again, sir?” The reply came before he could second-guess it: “Tomorrow. Same place. Don't be late.” Dan exhaled. His skin throbbed in time with his pulse. He traced a fingertip over the freshest bruise, darkening already, purpling at the edges. The pain was sweet. The anticipation, sweeter.

Two guys, one for each end. The first taught me to deepthroat. I would lay on the bed with my head over the side and he would feed me his cock. Slowly at first, trained me up, and got me to where he would FUCK my throat. Saliva running down my face, gasping for breath when I could, and I fucking loved it. When he came he would mash his crotch to my face and choke me with his cock. I had a few time where I choked and shot his cum from my nose. Probably helped my create my "messy fuck" fetish. Fuck I am so horny thinking about that now. The other guy loved to fuck and had a thicker cock than I had ever had before. We did the standard "suck and fuck" most of the time, I suck him hard and then he'd fuck me. The first time we fucked he rammed it in. To be fair I begged him to when I mouth-measured him, I knew I had to have that as hard as it would go (yeah, pain freak here). And holy shit did he go for it. I didn't tap out but damn I lost my breath at first. Once he got going I was in Heaven. I got him to choke me as well and he was into it. We fucked like rabbits until he moved to Florida. I love most all cocks, but those two guys trigger some very fond memories and a hardon. If you will excuse me for a bit..

@Sfmike64 you can ask @viking8x6 - I REALLY AM a super big rule follower in most every part of my life when it comes to following guidelines.... except for the vast expanse (words chosen) of my sex life! 🙂

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.

been edging today because i just love edging. pre is all over my stomach and my cock head rn

Rick was still behind rubbing my chest and shoulders, once in a while teasing my nipples which still sent shockwaves down to my cock even though I had just cum. His head next to mine whispering in my ear. "Yeah good boy. How did that feel. You came good.", he said "It was amazing. I never felt such a strong orgasm before. What you said about my nipples and perineum was so right. It felt so good", I said He stood up and moved to the side of me. His cock was sticking out at me only a few inches from my face. "Yes and there is so much more I can teach you about your body and giving into your pleasure. I want to make you feel so good." Rick said his lips burshing against my ear. I leaned into his lips. As I turned I saw his huge meat. "Sorry you were so busy helping me you didn't cum yet", I said "Its fine. I wanted to help you experience deep pleasure. Did you really enjoy it?", he asked I nodded, "Yes it was incredible, I am still calming down from the high", i replied. While my cock was not erect it was still a little hard. That normally doesn't happen. "You still look horny my boy", he said looking at my cock and stroking his "Yeah still energized, normally I go soft by now. I don't know why its still hard", I replied Rick then knelt by me. And started to massage my legs and relax me. "Ohhh boy you came a gallon didn't you. We better get you cleaned up. Do you mind if I help?" Rick asked "Sure its all over me" I replied "Do you mind if I taste your cum" he asked I didn't know what to say. I thought for a second. He tasted my leak so might as well. I nodded. He took his fingers and scooped it up and placed it in his mouth and sucked his fingers. The way he did it was so sensual and then he swirled it in his mouth to taste it and then swallow. All the while looking me in the eyes. "You taste so good Dan. Here try it", he said while scooping it up and placing it in my mouth like earlier today. He sensually teased my mouth and massaged my mouth and tongue. It waslike my mouth and tongue were having sexy with his finger, so sensual and erotic. I tasted my cum and swallowed. "Tastes good right", he asked with his fingers still teasing my mouth. I nodded. He fingers pulled out and seductively touched my lips. He scooped up more and lightly seductively entered my mouth again this time he instructed me. "Yeah just suck my finger baby, enjoy the flavour of your sweet cum, taste it baby, its sweet nectar, that's it tongue it, suck on my finger. Make my finger feel good baby. Ohhh yeah" he said His words taking control of my mouth and tongue. My tongue flicked his finger tips and swirled around his finger and sucked on it like it was food. I tasted and savored my cum. It did taste good. "Dan, you are so handsome and beautiful " he said staring at me His words were working their magic. His left hand was now massaging my thigh. My cock was hard again. "That's it baby good boy" he said pulling out his finger slowly and swirling my lips. In the moment my lips reached out to suck his finger again, like it was missing his finger in my mouth and I sucked on it again. Holding onto his finger in my mouth. "Yeah you like that don't you" he said smiling at me His finger scooped up more cum and again back in my mouth and was hungry for his finger and my cum. I tongued, licked and sucked on his finger. Again he pulled it out and teased my lips. My lips responded on their own and kissed his finger and my tongue stuck out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah good boy", Rick said teasing me. His hand on my thigh making me feel good. He scooped up more cum from my belly and smeared it on my lips. My mouth tried to reach out for his finger but he pulled it away. "No, just lick it off your lips", he said I did in a hungry sexy way, licking my lips while Rick stared at me "Do you mind if I lick it off of you please? There is so much to clean up" he said smiling "Ughh ok just not my cock" I said "Ok" he replied as he patted my thigh and kept it there. He moved closer to me our bodies touching, his cock now poking my left leg and he leaned over and grabbed my hand holding my hard cock and moved it over off the side. He squeezed my hand as he moved it thereby squeezing my cock. It throbbed and leak some cum. He then started to lick the cum off me. Starting at my groin and pubic area. I shivered as the way he licked up the cum caused a shock of pleasure. Licking and sucking and nibbling the cum out of my pubic hair and slurping so close at the base of my cock. Then he worked up my belly sucking the cum in my belly button. I let out a soft moan. Then up my abs and chest, licking and sucking causing shocks down to my cock. I started to breath harder. Then he started to suck and lick both my nipples that were covered in my cum. Electricity to my now rock hard cock. He kept on my nipples licking them and teasing them even after the cum was all gone. It felt so good I let out a soft moan. He then sucked and pulled gently on my nipples with his teeth. "Aaahhhh", I moaned whipping my head back in both pain and pleasure. He went on teasing my nipples and sucking on them for what seemed like an hour but was only not even a minute. At this point my cock was leaking precum again. He stayed there for a while working them then up my neck licking the cum off the side of my neck and also nibble. I let out another soft slightly high pitch moan. Then the cum on my ear lobe as he sucked it and I melted and let out another moan. My hand on its own started to massage my cock now which was leaking precum again. "Yeah you got cum all over.", Rick said our lips inches away. "Do you mind helping me? I didn't get a chance to cum yet", he said "Sure how can I help", I said. As the words left my mouth I reminded myself he has HIV.

Rick walked over my side of the couch and kneeled behind me as I leaned against the couch armrest. "Yeah boy just lean back and enjoy. Listen to your body. Give into your bodies' needs, give into your pleasure. Let your body lead you", he whispered into my ear. His lips brushing lightly against them. I leaned back. I could smell his manly must scent. His hands started at my shoulder and slowly worked down my chest and pecs to my groin. It was more than I asked for but was too into feeling good. His hand brushed my cock in my hand and my cock throbbed. His hand surrounded my hand on my cock and squeezed it as i pumped my own cock. I let out a loud moan as I massaged that knot beneath my balls. His hand left mine and rubbed the tip of my cock and scooped up the precum and placed in at my lips. My body was on autopilot and my tongue reached out and licked it. "Hmmm yeah, your cum tastes so sweet baby doesn' it" Rick said in my ear. He scooped up more and placed it my lips. I nodded. Then his hands went up to my nipples and started to tease, pull, and manipulate them. My eyes rolled back and my head fell off to the side. "Can I kiss you neck please its so beautiful", he asked in my ear I thought about It in clarity. It's only my neck not my lips. I nodded He started to kiss my neck, licking and nibbling. I melted even more. His technique on my nipples was sending me in orbit. The way he teased them with his fingernails was sending shockwaves to my cock. The he would twist and pull them out. Pain would be mixed with pleasure. Once in while I would wince. He would whisper, yes pain and pleasure go well together don't they baby. I couldn't help but just nod. It was all overwhelming, his scent, his touching and manipulating of my body, me jacking off, the porn in the background of this guy getting fucked and moaning, the alcohol, I needed to let cum. "Yeah keep going for Daddy ok. Don't cum yet now.", Rick said I nodded "What I didn't hear you" Rick said Without thinking, I blurted out, "Yes Daddy". I couldn't believe what I just said. Suddenly he stood up behind me and reached down and started playing with my balls while lifting my right leg and placing it on the top of the couch. I was now splayed open. "Yeah just enjoy but don't cum until I tell you too now. Ok?", he said looking down at me "Yes", I said "What?" he said "Yes Daddy", I moaned. I couldn't hold back i need to cum. He went back to my balls and started to massage my perineum. I let out a loud moan. He pushed in hard and circle massaged it. It felt so good." "That's how I do it. Feels good dont it" he said "Oh god yes Daddy", I blurted out. What was i saying i thought. Then he slid his hand over my butt and back down thru my crack. The side of his hand going over my ass hole and then hitting my perineum. I froze when he touched my hole but we just massaged more and I relaxed.

Rick went on to tell me how he likes to masturbate. He leaned back and faced me on the couch with one leg on the back of the couch and the other on the floor spreading his legs. He spit on his hand and started to work on now his hard cock. It was huge it looked at least 9 inches and was thick. Precum started to ooze out. I stared at him and his body. He was handsome the more I looked at him. He was a little thin and had a small potbelly. His light moustache make him look more mature. His brown and white hair with a little balding i thought was cute. His nipple rings were interesting. "You like my nipple rings" Rick asked "They look cool. Did they hurt", I asked "It feels like only a pinch. The hassle is having to clean them every day but I think they look hot and feel good when you pull them.", Rick said "Really they feel good when you pull them. I would think they are sore" I asked "Why don't you try" Rick said "Nah", I said "Cmon it wont bleed or anything", Rick egged me on I stood up walked over to him and tugged on one of them. "You can pull harder than that and pull both", he said I reached out and pulled both of them and kept pulling them. Rick let out a moan and started to pump his cock more. "Yeah more dude, help me", Rick said I pulled both of them again and twisted them. He winced and I let go. "Sorry", I said "Don't be sorry that felt good. Sometimes pain is good with pleasure. Do it again.", Rick said. I reached out and started to really play with them. Pulling them, twisting them and started to tease his nipples with my fingers. He leaned back more and started to jerk hard. His cock was now slick with precum. As I was playing with his nipples my hard cock brushed his shoulder and precum leaked on him "Ohhh shit sorry Rick", I said apologetically "Don't worry about, you are helping me he said. I'll grab a taste if you don't mind", he said wiping the precum leak that I left on his shoulder. As he wiped it his hand brushed the tip of my cock and made it throb and leak more. "Hmmmm i hope you are ok with me saying this but you have a beautiful cock. You look ready. Look at you leaking.", he said. As he said that a huge drip was leaking and he reached over right under the tip to catch it with his finger all in slow motion and wiped if off my cock tip. It throbbed again. He then placed his finger in his mouth our eyes locked and licked my leak. "You taste amazing Dan", he said looking at me "Go back and sit down and pump your cock", Rick said placing his hand on my ass giving it a soft squeeze. Our hands brushed as I walked away. I sat opposite of him in the same way and started to pump my cock. We kept our eyes on each other. I would look the TV when I felt uncomfortable. "Yeah look at them fucking and enjoying each other. Look at that bottom take it. Look at how he gives himself to his top." Rick said I did again look at the bottom, he looked in ecstasy and it looked hot in a way. "Here is another thing I like to do when i masturbate. He started to massage his balls and then reached under and took his index finger and started to press and rub under his balls. He started to moan out loud. "Ohhh yeah. Fuck it feels so good", he moaned "Are you sticking your finger in your ass?" I asked "No it's your perineum. It's between your scrotum and your ass hole", Rick said moaning. He was clearly in pleasure as his moaning got louder and more exciting. He kept it up and I just watched him and the TV. I was on the verge and so horny not cumming in days and being brought to the edge several times both by Rick's massaging at the pool and my time with Jane. "You should try it. Start with your nipples and work your perineum. Women do this too you know." Rick said. He was right, Jane like to play with her nipples while I fucked her. I started to work and tease my nipples. It started to send electric feelings down to my cock. The more I played with my nipples the more my cock throbbed. "Yeah someone's nipples look tied to their cock. Mine are like that. Sometimes i just play with my nipples and not with my cock" Rick said I tried it and it felt good. I felt shocks go down to my cock. I started to tease them and started to pull on them a little. It hurt but felt good. I pulled even harder and then teased them. I felt a little pain and lots of pleasure. "Now try your perineum", he said I put my hand back on my cock and stroked and then took my left hand and massaged my balls and then worked to find that spot with my finger. I started and then boom. "Ohhhhhhhh", I moaned as i found it and massaged it." "Yeah feels good doesn't it. Go for it massage it, caress it", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me I kept that up. It felt incredible. It was like my inside was filled with electricity and it transferred to the base of my cock. I haven't felt anything like that before. It was intense. "You want me play with your nips why you stroke and play with you down there?", Rick asked I was feeling so good, the alcohol, not cumming and now feeling this new pleasure, I nodded.

He told me how he learned about getting HIV and was scared and angry. He got on meds and didn't care for the side effects. He learned to live with HIV by just taking care of his general health and found a new community including a community of people who wanted to only or at least primarily play with HIV positive people and tops were even in more demand. During our talk my cock stayed rock hard and leaking. The porn was still playing and the moaning and slapping of the fucking kept emanating from the gay porn on the TV. "You mean some guys just want to have sex with HIV positive guys? Do they wear condoms?", I asked with a shocking face "No, they don't. In fact you will find a lot of HIV tops don't fuck with condoms. I don't. ", Rick responded confidently "Really? So you just give others HIV?", I asked "Well yes and no. I fuck guys bare only. It's more natural and intimate. I can feel the bottoms pussy. Second, it's difficult to stay hard with a condom on. Do you fuck your gf with a condom? What about hook up with other women in the past?", he said debating me "You are right it feels way better and I had issues too staying hard after a while and even cumming sometimes", I said agreeing with Rick Rick wanted us to take another shot and drink beer before we continued our conversation. I was still buzzing but partook in the shot and beer. My head was now light and buzzing. My body relaxed, except for my cock which was still rock hard. "Second, once I start fucking a bottom, I cum in them. Always. I don't pull out." Rick said in a matter of fact way. "And most of the guys want to have sex with me knowing I have HIV", Rick said smiling and stroking his rock hard cock. I stared at his huge cock and when he saw I turned away to the TV. The bottom was moaning so much and writhing under the top. "I can see your cock is hard and you are leaking so much.", Rick said "Why don't you take your cock out and stroke it. It is looking for some attention. Go on its only us dudes" Rick said I pulled down my briefs and started stroking my cock. Precum was dripping down my cock. Our eyes locked and he stared at my cock too. "Ans some guys seek me out to get fucked by me and take my POZ load in their ass", Rick said stroking "Are you for real? They want to have you cum in their ass with your POZ cum? Why? Doesn't that mean they will get AIDS and shorten their life?", I said "It means that they may get HIV which can lead to AIDS. Having HIV doesn't mean you will get AIDS. HIV doesn't take as easy as you think. There are some bottoms who have taken multiple loads and still never got HIV." Rick said as a matter of fact He went on, "And for some men want to be free. They want to take POZ cum and not worry about HIV. They want to listen to their body's desires. Some even chase it" he said "Chase HIV" I asked "Yes they want to get infected so they can get past worrying about it and fuck freely and have sex with anyone they want and not worry", he said "Many like me didn't chase it but we get it eventually and then live with it and embrace it. I got it before PrEP. I've also seen some that once they get it, then they chase it. ", Rick said "Both of those sounds weird and don't make sense, especially the last one. Why chase it after you get it?", I said in scoffing way "I don't know. I only know that I have seen bottoms that once they get POZ cum in them crave it. It's something interesting and special to see. It's like their body needs it and they become addicted to it." Rick said stroking his cock I didn't realize I was still slowly massaging and rubbing my cock too. Precum was leaking over it and my hand was slick now. "Like look at the bottom on the screen. The top porn star is publicly known to have HIV and they are fucking bareback. The bottom actor knows for sure but look how he is enjoying it.", Rick said I looked and watched the video. The bottom looked so ecstatic and full of pleasure. My cock was throbbing right now. On screen the bottom started to beg the top to cum in him. I was stunned and aroused. "Do you jack off a lot", Rick asked "Once a week maybe two", I replied "I would think you wouldn't need to with your gf", Rick said I paused and thought about it and wanted to be honest. The alcohol made me more relaxed and less defensive. "Yeah but a guy needs his one needs sometimes. Pussy is good but only a guy knows how to handle cock. I have been less interested in having sex with her lately. It doesn't arouse me anymore. Even have a difficult time staying hard.", I said "I couldn't agree more. Our bodies are different and we have different pleasure points and now what our cock and bodies need.", Rick said smiling. "Looks like you don't have a problem staying hard now" Rick said smiling and stroking his huge meat.

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.

Part Three: The Warmth Inside ******************************************* It may have seemed like an eternity but it was only a few seconds of stillness before I felt a pressure inside and realized he was beginning to slowly thrust again. "Oh fuck boy, it's been a long time since I've been in such a warm and willing hole. Give me a sec while I adjust and let my foreskin inside you too." His gyrations were slow and shallow, but I could feel a slight fullness growing inside me as I realized his abundant foreskin was slowly inching back up and over his exposed head. A bit of his shaft followed with each push, and after a minute or so he paused again. "Muuuch better. Fuck boy, you are so wet inside. And my load will eventually make that a flood." I felt myself go limp, not that I had been capable of tensing any muscles since his entrance just moments ago. But he definitely felt me surrender to his grip. My nipples once again being tweaked and lightly pinched as my shaft again grew, having gone flaccid from the pain I had so recently felt. I was hard in no time and I felt my hormones again begin to flow as his well-lubricated death stick began a new mission: burying itself as deep as it could go. I knew it wouldn't take long, with his head now inside, his shaft would have no trouble following and I again closer my eyes tightly as he began to sink into me with one long continuous push. He was nearly there and then I felt him reach my second, more inner ring and begin stretching it just as he had my outermost one. Again, I felt a ripping, tearing pain as his head spread my inner muscle apart further than anything ever had. He gripped me tight, sensing my latest round of discomfort. He all but cooed into my ear, the short hairs of his beard tickling my skin. "It's okay, once more, just a thrust." And a thrust it was. There was no gentle working of this ring. He pushed hard and deep and for the second time (and not the last) I cried out in a scream of pain as he pushed his massive head through in one flick of his hips. With no resistance left his cock kept its momentum and sank completely into me, his groin settling against on my upper ass and his quite hefty ball sack slapped gently up against my lower cheeks; I remember thinking his balls felt as large as his ass-splitting acorn. "I'm all the way in now boy." I slowly opened my eyes and forced myself to resume a normal breathing rhythm. He was so deep inside me, I could feel his head pushing against the lower front wall of my abdomen. Things were definitely being rearranged internally, I could feel it. And then, I felt something else: a dull, burning, almost hot pain inside me. He wasn't cumming already was he? Again, he had read my mind. "Fuuuuck, leaking so badly boy. More of my death lube inside you." Precum, just precum? Were his balls also furnaces? The liquid his piss slit was generously oozing onto my ass walls was all but scalding hot inside me! I felt his plug of a head gently rocking deep inside my second ring, and I knew he was making sure the coating was evenly distributed. AIDS. In my hole. What the fuck was I doing? Wait. NOW I was having second thoughts? I thought back just a couple years to when I had been a condom-nazi. Never touched a guy or gal back then without them. Then, while fucking a FTM trans guy, my rubber had broken, and a few weeks later there had been a pregnancy scare. To say I had been a nervous wreck was an understatement, but the feel of my sensitive uncut head touching skin had intrigued me, and while a war had raged inside me about safe sex and long healthy life, I found myself experimenting with raw encounters. At first I only topped one of my regular buds bare; he had admitted it was a fantasy of his and was all to ready to help me experiment when I shared with him my desire. Still, I never took him bare at first. But one day I was just so damn horny that when the rubber broke as he was about to climax, I ignored his warning and slammed myself down on him until his prodigious load filled me inside. I was hooked. As I explored bareback sex, both in bed and online, it was a natural progression to curiosity about poz men, and gradually I began engaging with several undetectable fuck buds. But I had never played with a man so riddled by the virus, so willing to share it, and so potent as to ensure that once would be enough. Until now. The rocking continued and became, once again, a thrusting, gentle at first, and then gradually increasing in speed. Yet, he was still shallow, completely inside my second ring until... I felt the back of his head hit my second ring, moving in the opposite direction from which it had entered. I knew this would hurt, as there was no flare to make it a gradual exit. Instead his head began pulling my inner sphincter along with it as he tried to withdraw. I felt it pull, painfully, and then it ripped open again as his head popped back into my lower chute. Another scream. "That's it, boy, feel me tearing open your inner hole. A few more thrusts in and out and you'll be used it it." And with that, his half withdrawn monster slammed back through my inner barrier. My head fell back as I screamed. Again. And again. And again. This was no longer gentle - he was busting me open, his massive plow probably destroying my ability to ever walk or defecate normally again. Still, little by little the pain decreased to a tolerable amount, although in no way disappearing. Somehow I realized with each withdraw his cock head was now also pulling against my outer ring. He was deep-dicking me hard and rhythmically. "No need to worry boy. I'm not exiting that first ring until my balls have emptied their cargo of demon seed inside you." His fucking continued, us standing there just inside his door. Pounding thrusts created involuntary, guttural grunts from me as he continued to bust my second ass ring wide open with every pass. "I've never shot my seed at this toxicity into anyone before, boy. You will never be able to treat it or fight it. I have created the ultimate weapon and will give it to you now." His rhythm picked up as his thrusting increased in fury. His breathing began to sound labored and I knew the time had come. He was about to impregnate me with his AIDS. A strain so virulent that no treatment for it yet existed. Its noxious brew already sliming my ass walls in his precum, but now a voluminous amount of liquid death was about to enter me and my journey to a wasted state similar to him would begin. I was ready. And so was he. I felt his cock grow incredibly hard inside me as the blood flowed in to create a rock solid weapon capable of unleashing a deadly force inside its victim, a straight shot to the soft tissue that would absorb the poison that would change it forever. "Oh god, boy, I'm going to cum!" And with that he thrust deeply one last, painful time as his steel shaft thrust a rock hard head past my inner sphincter one last time and lodged it there so it could finally accomplish its mission. "OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" He screamed into my ear and that hot burning sensation I had felt deep in my bowels before, created just by a single strand of precum, was replaced by a flood of scalding liquid as the first wave of his load splashed against innocent, unprotected soft tissue. It was quickly followed by another seven or eight spurts, each gradually decreasing in size until it was just an oozing dribble. As each wave of liquid toxicity entered me I felt his nutsack jump behind me, signalling the rocketing of another wave through those tiny, miniscule tubules that blend semen and sperm and send the mixture on to its destination. Each wave of his load of course stayed right where it was, his ample head plugging my inner hole in a tight seal. He gradually relaxed himself, and his hands slowly moved to my chest, again focusing on my soft and tender pink nipples. "Fuuuck boy, I haven't cum like that in ages. There's just no substitute for an ass like your's. Don't worry, I won't be going soft for a while, there's more seed to unload inside you. I felt your ass clamping down on me and throbbing. How big a load did you shoot?" How big a load did I shoot? DID I shoot? I looked down. Fuck! I had. I could barely see the glistening last strand of cum hanging from my slowly softening penis. I hadn't even felt myself blow. But I could make out several spots of cum on the back of the couch in front of me. Yeah, I had cum, quite impressively even for me. I noticed I felt an ache in my balls, the way you do when a load has been building for a while and is finally released. "Quite a bit it seems." Aside from my screams, they were the first words I had uttered since we began, if you ignored my feeble pleas for him to 'take it out' as he entered. "Mmmm, one of your last negative loads. How about we move up to the bed?" With that we somehow moved to the staircase and waddled our way up, me still in his embrace and with his ever so slightly softened piece still plugging his load deep in my chute. I welcomed the warmth inside me as we entered his bedroom.

Part Two: The Entrance ********************************************** My eyes took a few seconds to adjust. The room was dark, but not pitch black. A subtle glow of light from the staircase in front of me made just the major details of the room in front of me barely visible. A couch stood in front of me, facing the opposing wall and what looked like a bookshelf or entertainment center. It was a living room, and had just the scent of candle smoke wafting in the air. I heard the door close and felt him come up behind me; he put his hands on the outside of my shoulders and brought his head right up behind mine. "So glad you came, boy. You're going to enjoy yourself. Why don't you lose those clothes?" He stepped back just a few feet as I shucked my overjacket, t-shirt, and track pants, and followed that up by sliding out of my sneakers. I stood there in the near dark with just a tight black jock and socks, having stayed facing the couch with him behind me. He stepped up again and I felt his fur-covered chest press hard up against my back, and a wet, prodding cock push in between my legs, nestling itself between my thighs, slightly forcing my legs apart. God, his ample acorn head felt as amazing as it looked. He wrapped his arms tight around my chest as his beard and lips began nuzzling the back of my neck. "Mmmm, you feel and smell amazing boy. My rock hard cock clearly approves." He kissed my neck, slowly nibbling from side to side, I let my head droop forward as I uttered not a word. His attention was giving my shoulders goosebumps, his hands were playing with my nipples, every now and then subtly pinching them, and I felt the wet tip of his cock ever so slightly thrusting into the back of my nutsack as his head found just that slight opening at the bottom of my jock. He pushed slightly and the tip of his hooded head began to make it a jock for two. My moans could not be misunderstood. "Feel good baby?" Normally "baby" just pisses me off but fuck it, the way I was feeling I couldn't have given a shit. "Oh god yeah, feels so fucking amazing." "Bend forward. I want to taste your hole." I leaned front and propped myself on the back of his couch. He took a step back and I could imagine him smiling at the unsullied pink hole in front of him, the one he would shortly violate, impale, and impregnate. The thought had my rock hard shaft straining painfully against the thin fabric of my jock. His warm breath against my hole gave my knees the sudden shakes. He wrapped his arms around my legs, almost steadying me in place. I heard the sound of him inhaling deeply, and then the wetness of the tip of his tongue touched my skin just below my hole. He licked slowly upward, across my hole, tailing off as he pulled back to dive back in. He repeated his licking motion, slightly harder each time. Soon it wasn't even a licking motion, it was a suctioning as his lips locked around my hole and his tongue began pushing inside. My ass greedily opened for his oral organ. As I moaned in ecstasy. His right hand loosened from around my corresponding leg and reach up to my jock, pulled the pouched upward, slowly releasing first my balls, and then my own leaking hard-on. He let the fabric snap back against my groin, my throbbing member free only for a moment, before his hand slowly wrapped around it and pulled slightly, my foreskin sliding back to reveal half of an angry red head and a pearl or two of precum. I felt a finger touch the tip and swirl around my leaking juices; I throbbed again and a bit more of my man lube oozed out as his tongue pressed deeply into my hole. He continued eating me with vigor, slurping and working my hole hard and deep while he slowly stroked my dick. I had to reach down and grab his hand to stop him; I was getting so close and it was far too soon for me to lose the contents of my own balls. He paused his oral assault, and I felt his shoulder brush my right thigh as his hand switched to his own rigid tool. "Are you ready boy? I'm starting to create a small pool of drool here." Taking another deep breath, I replied "Yes, I want to feel you inside me." He stood back up behind me, and gently pulled me back upright. But this time, as I stood, his well positioned cock head found itself sandwiched between my ass cheeks, just below the entrance to my inner body. Despite my ass feeling incredibly wet from his saliva, I could feel the wetness of his precum as his head slid easily within my crevice, painting my skin with his noxious fluid. He again wrapped his arms around me, his hairy chest again tight against my back as his hood slowed its back and forth until it was right on my hole. He gave a slight push and then it was there; against my hole, almost painfully spreading my cheeks due to its girth, and wet as anything. I knew he was ready to begin his toxic conversion of my young body. But how that painfully large head would make it through my tight ring was enough to give me pause. And then he spoke, almost as if he could read my every inner thought. "Shhh, I'll go slow, but once I start I won't stop until I'm in, and it will hurt as the base of my head finally enters you. But then it will be over and you will feel a pleasure deep inside your body you can't even imagine." And with that I felt him slowly push forward, the tip of his head emerging from under his foreskin as he slowly began to separate my opening, his piss slit ever so slightly entering my chute. His cock flexed and I heard the words that told me there was no looking back. "Mmmm, I just leaked some precum inside you. The start of my toxic seed. I've never taken a pill; there's no regimen for my strain. And there won't be for you anymore, your soft asswalls are already being lined with my death." He pulled back slightly and pushed just a little deeper this time. I knew barely half an inch was inside me, we had just begun. And he pulled back and pushed again, begin a short repeating rhythm. Each time he pushed a little further and my ring separated a bit more. Gradually I felt my hole begin to reach the limit of what it had ever opened to before, and still I knew he barely had half his head in. His rhythm continued each time pushing deeper as we stood there, him holding me tightly. My hole was beginning to feel a slightly painful stretching each time he thrust into by ass, and that pain continued to grow as, with each thrust, more of his massive knob entered me. Involuntarily I began to rise up on the front of my feet, but his bear hug tightened and he pulled me back down onto my flat feet, spreading my hole more than it had ever been before as our opposite motion slammed his head deeper than it had yet been. "Shhhh, we're getting there, don't worry, it will be in soon." My eyes closed and tightened as I tried to ignore what was becoming a significant pain as he pressed even more. A few more thrusts and then he prepared me for what was about to happen, saying "It's time, I'm going inside you now, take a deep breath. It's okay to let out a yell." He withdrew almost completely, and then began his final thrust; he was giving me the final half inch of a nearly two inch head this time. He pushed and slid forward, the stretching beginning one last time. As he again reached my point of discomfort, I tried once more to rise up but he knew I would and held me tightly. The thrust continued and a moan slowly turned into a groan of pain that grew as the pain achieved a level I had never felt. I cried out. "Oh shit, please stop. I can't go any further! It's too much," tears forming and leaking from the corner of my eyes. "Shhh, no stopping, one little last thrust." And with that his hips bucked forward and I screamed out in agony as the base of his head ripped through my opening and my poor, overstretched hole clamped down gratefully on his shaft in relief, no longer past its ripping point. I felt an instant relief from my hole, but a dull ache from my chute as that monster still stretched the soft lining of my rectum. "There we go boy, I'm in. You did it. You have my head inside you, leaking my generous AIDS lube to prepare you for a fuck you'll never forget." My knees, weak and wobbly from his breakthrough, nearly gave out, but somehow his frail body held me in place. Just two inches of head inside me, and another seven inches of shaft behind it, waiting to join its leader in the soft, wet, and warm recesses of a hole that was already doomed. His entrance was complete.

Chapter 1 12 men were sitting around each other in a stale grey room. The youngest looked about 18; the oldest, no more than 30, maybe 35. A judgmental man might've called them twinks. A big banner was hanging up in the corner of the room: WELCOME BACK FORMER BUGCHASERS A few men had already spoken, talking about how much easier it was to resist "the temptation". One man had made the mistake of saying the word "poz". The leader of the group interjected: "As you know, we try not to use that word. There's nothing positive about a life-threatening condition. We just say "bug". Because that's what it is—a virus that infects not just our bodies but our brains." His words seemed to have the opposite effect. The youngest man rose to give his speech. "I know I'm new here... My name is Mason. I'm 19, and I've been a bugchaser for... a month... "I don't know where it came from. I've always been a slut; I hit the bathhouses as soon as it was legal and tried to take every dick I could see. I managed to take every load in the entire house, once, on a slow weekday. I was proud of that. "I went on a weekend once. A man leered at me as soon as I got in the locker room to change. He was buck naked. God, when I think about him... he must've been 6'3", sheer muscle, hairy as Bigfoot. He had big feet, too, which..." Mason trailed off with a shiver. His speech had caused a lot of the men sitting there to switch their legs uncomfortably. The group leader said, "try not to give too much detail. We don't want to get riled up. We're here for the opposite purpose." "Sorry! Anyway, he stared at me the whole time. Once I was naked, he introduced himself and invited me to his room. Just like that! I said yes right away. We walked up to the third floor—he had some pretty wild porn on the screen and a red gel cap over the light. I felt like a prostitute! He offered me some poppers and a little beer, and of course I accepted. I probably shouldn't have trusted him, but oh well... "He started, um... touching himself. He asked if I would help him with my mouth. I said yes. When he lowered me down I saw this weird tatoo on his abs... like a radiation symbol or something. It was hot—I like dangerous guys, and this one made him look dangerous. I took the whole thing on the first go, even though he was huge—and THICK. Sorry! Sorry, forgot the thing you said about details. He lasted, like... 15 minutes and then he just said, 'I'm going to come in a few seconds. Just so you know, I have AIDS. Is that cool with you? You willing to take an AIDS load, boy?' I freaked out! Of course I wasn't. I felt lied to, like I'd been trapped. I double-tapped and he let my head up. He stroked his cock until he finished on his chest. Um... I know you'll probably judge me, but..." "It's okay," said the group leader. "You can say it. This is a judgment-free zone." "When I saw how big his load was... how it covered so much of his huge torso... I wanted to lick it up anyway. Despite the risks. Oh, I feel so dirty when I think about that..." "No, it's natural. You have a condition. We all do. But we're all HIV-negative. Some of us have been tempted for 15 years!" "Okay, good... I can really make it fifteen years?" "You can make it all your long, long life. There's safe ways to have sex!" "Yeah... safe... right." Everyone left; meeting adjourned. They grabbed cookies or bottles of water or whatever on their way out and left. Mason had repressed that memory for 4 straight weeks. He'd managed not to think about it; to avoid remembering the details that made him feel like his whole body was burning up. But now that he'd told them, saw how some of them even got hard when he mentioned the man who was going to breed him, he couldn't stop thinking. For 6 hours after he got back to his apartment he tried to cope, but by the third time he'd cum thinking about saying "yes" to that dangerous man, he felt the last ounce of willpower leave him. He was at the saunas within twenty minutes. He paid the fee, got a bottle of poppers, and began changing. He kept looking over his shoulder to see if the man would show up in the locker room, but he didn't. "That's alright," he said to himself. He was fine—no, better off sleeping with someone else. Someone safe. He decided to walk around, make small talk with the others, see if he could find a connection. The other man's figure possessed his imagination. Finally, he just went up to the room where that awful man had almost given him AIDS, just to see if he was... safe from him. The door was open a crack. The same man from last month was inside with a new, younger-looking boy bouncing his hips up against the other man's cock. "Happy birthday, baby," said the man. "Ungh, thank you..." "I'm gonna cum soon," he said. "But just so you know, I have AIDS. You cool with that? You cool with taking a raw AIDS load? "AH! No!!! Oh god, why did I come here? I just turned 18 this morning!!!!" Mason wondered if this was something he did often and felt a pang of jealousy. The other boy pulled himself off and, again, the older man finished himself onto his own chest with a sigh. The image of ropes and ropes of vile, disease-ridden cum pooling on the older man's chest that had been playing in his mind for a month straight was right in front of him, past the crack in the door. The 18-year old cried and ran out of the room, exposing the voyeur in the doorframe. "I remember you," the older man said. Mason tried to think of something to say. He didn't. He closed the door behind him, knelt down, and began licking the massive load off the older man's body. He felt sparks crackling in his brain as the smell of sex and sweat wafted up through his nose. He reached back toward the older man's dick and felt it grow to its full, monstrous size. "This time," said the older man, "you don't get to run." Mason kissed the biohazard tattoo on his waist deep. "You better not let me," he said, as the older man beckoned him onto all fours on the floor.

Below is part of the story that involves hetero sex. I know its a bit of a detour but hope you will read it as it will evolve and be part of Dan's journey. We got to my place and showed it to her. "Its small and a little ghetto" she said "Yeah its small but not ghetto" I responded back She walked into the living room and checked out the bathroom. Luckily, his bedroom door was closed. "And this house is small too." she said "Ok you ready to go to the bar", I asked "Ok you in a rush" she asked "No its just you've seen the entire place and not much else to see", I said joking She walked back to the bedroom, I followed and closed the door and she dropped to her knees and pulled down my pants and put my cock in her mouth. I was worried about having sexy in my room. "Stop what if we get caught", I blurted "Caught by who your landlord. Who cares.", she said and went back to sucking my cock. "I can taste your cum. You been leaking thinking about me haven't you" she said sucking my cock "Ohh yeah all day", I said quickly She got up pulled down her tight skirt and pulled down her panties and bent over and said "Fuck me now. Take me". I really didn't want to but i also wanted to hurry up. So I entered her and started to pound her. Her pussy was all wet and it felt good. She was so horny she was creaming on my cock. "Ohhhh yeah fuck me Dan with you huge cock", she moaned I kept it up trying to get her off as quickly as I could. I reached under and played with her clit and fucked her hard and went into overdrive. After a few minutes of pounding her. I could feel her start to orgasm as she started to squeeze my cock with her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh baby fuck me with your big cock....oh it feels so good deep in me", she yelled as she came. "Shhh not too loud", I moaned as i kept fucking her. I kept fucking her thru her orgasm. I could feel her cum as her pussy was acting like a vise squeezing my cock. Finally, she calmed down and pulled off of me. My cock was semi hard at this point. Which was strange. "You cum?" she asked "No but its okay you felt hot and good", I said She looked puzzled but we cuddled and kissed. "We can keep fucking", she said. "No I'm good. That was hot", i said. I had also gone fully soft. I pulled up my pants.

Love a good slow seduction! He wants it but needs an experienced man to nudge him to be a cumdump. Can’t wait for more.

My Grandad just wanted his cock sucked and my uncle would suck him off till my dad took over as my uncle always seem to be the dominant one. Both my dad and uncle were 6'2" and well built but my uncle took after grandad being about 10 inches uncut where I took after my dad being 8 inches cut. My uncle was 14 when he first fucked my dad who was 10 at the time and my uncles 2 boys were uncut but only about 8 inches but my uncle used to bring them over and take turns using my dads ass or mine before my uncle would plow my dad with my cousins cheering him on like "Fuck him hard dad" or "Make him grown dad" They used to use dad for what ever or wherever they wanted just like dad would use me when we were alone and even though dad would use my throat for quickies, he preferred that I would fuck him if time allowed or have me watch as guys took turns using his ass in parks or bar parking lots. As much as we played in groups, my favorite times were being held in dads arms with him nuzzling my neck with his 5'oclock shadow and then fucking me and falling asleep with his cock in my ass and then waking up in the morning and sucking his cock and drinking his morning piss. I have sucked a lot of guys off and drink a lot of piss over the years but there is nothing like the taste of your own dads juices.

Chapter 5: Heavy Lifting and Loading The next day, by eleven in the morning or so, the entire party was to be seen on the deck area around the enormous free-form pool, or on the adjacent beach. Swimming in the pool and the ocean alternated with lazing in the sun. Hectic pool games alternated with snoozing and some cuddling on the double-size loungers. What might surprise a normal observer of gay resort life was the near-total absence of any groping, grab-ass, serious making out, hands inside swimsuits, and so on. Everyone was already feeling tired, and everyone knew that more recovery time was essential if they were going to make it through the week without completely going to pieces. Off to one side, Farouk and Thor were putting their heads together again, comparing notes, and sharing feelings. “I just don’t know if I have the energy to go through with this for a whole week.” “Farouk, you need to stop worrying about it. Have more faith in yourself.” “It’s not just physical stamina I’m worried about. Emotional. I’m realizing that I really want to meet that special someone and settle down. A life of endless hook-ups with random strangers just isn’t working for me like it did when I was twenty.” “I’m not with you on getting to that point – well, not yet anyway. But what I do know is that you need money to live, and we are getting pretty well compensated here.” Even as he said it, another one of the older men sauntered by, dropping envelopes on the foot end of each of their loungers. They called out their thanks and then opened the envelopes – and found a token for “US$100” in each one. “Like I said….” Thor’s perfect comic timing made Farouk laugh, and Thor joined him. “I don’t know, Thor, I didn’t really consider the possibilities of going husband hunting while we were here, but now that I think of it….” They both laughed again and then ordered more drinks and some snacks from the next waiter who came by. Later on, they joined in a rowdy game of volleyball at one end of the serpentine main pool, although they played on opposing teams. And then, as the clock approached the magic hour of 5:00, they walked off together towards the special rooms, having found that they were located just two doors apart. Their departure was watched carefully by several of the older men. There were a few people among those present who had seen these two young men settling onto two side by side loungers once again and had begun to wonder if Thor and Farouk were a couple or perhaps were drifting towards becoming one. Lars was one of them. This was not a development which he had foreseen, or he never would have followed through with bringing Thor for this Christmas week. Before leaving the terrace himself, Lars had a few quiet words with the Club Governor who nodded in agreement, then signaled for his personal assistant and gave him some concise instructions. By 5:00, Thor was ready to roll again, lying on his bed naked with his cock jutting up into the air above him. Right on the dot, his door opened and closed and in walked a man he hadn’t met before. In fact, this man was a stranger who had just arrived, as Thor would certainly have noticed him earlier. This man, perhaps age 40, was a good solid 5 inches taller than anyone else Thor had seen yet on this holiday. Not just tall, he also had a beefy, muscular build, well shown off by his fitted tee shirt and tight compression shorts. To make sure that Thor didn’t miss the point, his visitor grabbed the bulge in his shorts, giving it a firm squeeze and then eyeing Thor in a manner that indicated not suggestion or enticement but command. Thor began to scramble back to his feet, but before he could get off the bed this dominant man leaped on top of him like a stalking leopard, pinning him down, and proceeding to grind his bulging basket against Thor’s rigid cock. He then kept Thor pinned down with a hand to the chest while he used the other hand to yank down his own tight shorts, letting free a cock which was already up to eight inches and plainly still growing. “Now, suck!” Commanding, demanding, the first words he had spoken came out in a deep, heavily accented voice which made it plain who was in charge here. Thor got the message at once. “Yes, sir.” He quickly got the head into his mouth and began working on it. The man holding him down smiled a little. “Good boy.” When Thor took too long at drawing more of the huge tool into his mouth, he earned a sharp smack on the cheek. “Deeper, now!” He coughed the thick, blunt end out. “Yes, sir.” Then he dived right back on it, going deeper, or at least trying to. Thor wished he’d taken some time to practice on his Official Rod Rammer Dildo (“Modelled From the Actual Erect Cock of the Famous Adult Film Star!”), to loosen his throat more. He was struggling as he hadn’t struggled since he was a total novice. “Deeper, boy.” The merciless hands grabbed the back of his head and forced him to go farther down. Thor had thought he’d gone as far as he could, but he now found he’d been wrong. He kept struggling to breathe as those strong hands refused to relax their grip, pushing him forwards and downwards onto the man’s tool, which was now past ten inches long, still growing, and getting harder with it. Thor gagged again, pushing the man away, but almost before he could get a breath in, let alone two or three, the hands were forcing him back to his task. “Suck me, boy. Take it all!” “Yes, sir.” Thor made another valiant attempt to swallow the huge intruder. By now his throat was aching, his eyes were watering, but he managed to get another inch farther down. He was only about an inch and a half away from burying his nose in the guy’s bush. The intoxicating scent of natural man in his nose somehow loosened his throat muscles and he dropped down that last short distance, hitting the bottom at last. His relentless dominator actually purred at the sensation. “Ahhh. Good boy.” Then he began pumping. Pulling out and then thrusting back in and down, this giant fucked Thor’s face without mercy, driving and pounding until Thor had tears streaming out of his eyes. He knew that this was how he was going to take the first load of the day – the steadily rising grunts and growls from the top guy made that obvious – and he hoped the man would cum soon. He did his best to work his aching mouth and throat around that enormous tool. It was working, The sounds were getting louder, the strokes were getting faster, the man’s breathing was getting more and more irregular. Then he emitted a loud roar, thrusting all the way down Thor’s throat again as the floodgates opened and multiple pulses of semen jetted out, one after the other. It was all Thor could do to hang on for the ride. Finally, he pulled back, That enormous dick slid out of Thor’s mouth, and the man wiped the remaining sperm on and around the tip across Thor’s cheek. “Gooood Boyyyy….” This time it really was a cat’s purr of contentment, long and low, rumbling out with a note of warm satisfaction. “Thank you, sir.” Thor managed to speak the words between bursts of choking and spasms of coughing as he struggled to swallow the whole enormous load. He figured that this man must have shot off three times as much as a normal top, and he realized ruefully that he was probably going to be in for a prolonged round of bathroom visits tomorrow morning, a usual penalty for him after enjoying a binge of sucking and swallowing. The giant top man rolled off Thor and laid down beside him, drawing him close. Thor felt like a small child in the embrace of this enormous man. Very much to his surprise, this big dominant top man now switched modes, going in for a prolonged and enjoyable bout of easy kissing, warm snuggling, and gentle caressing. After a time, though, that gigantic cock began refilling for another round. “You have toy?” “Right here.” Thor scrambled off the bed, opened his bag, and came back with the Official Rod Rammer. His partner recognized it at once. “Rod Rammer! Very hot man. Very nice fun boy too.” It took a second for Thor to process that one, but when he did his eyebrows shot up in shock. “You fucked Rod Rammer???” “He like big dick in his ass. Very much he like. I give him plenty. You like too?” Thor was still struggling to wrap his mind around the image of Rod Rammer, the top’s top of all time in gay porn, taking this monster cock into his hole and actually enjoying it. But he managed to squeak out a reply. “Yes!” “Good boy. We use toy first, open you up.” Thor took the hint, rolling onto his face and thrusting his hips up, then sliding a pillow underneath to hold his ass up high. Behind him, he heard the slurp as the pump on the bedside table delivered a squirt of lube on demand. Then the cool touch of the liquid in his crack, the spreading of lube across his hole, and the blunt finger gently penetrating him. He was grateful that it was gentle. The finger moved farther in, twisting and flexing as he worked to relax, to open, to prepare for what was coming next. Another slurping sound and he could hear the hand sliding up and down the dildo, spreading the slick lotion all around the shaft and over the tip. Then he felt the tip resting against his hole. He took a deep breath, huffed it out, pushed out with his hole, and the lips opened, the tip lodged inside. Thor was ready. Relaxed and ready. He worked backwards and swallowed the first five inches of the toy into his ass. “Good boy.” The tone was quieter than before, almost friendly, Thor thought. He swung his head around and looked back. Just as he did, he felt a big paw caressing his ass cheek. Then he saw this aggressive giant smiling back at him as he slowly rotated the toy, pushing and pulling it in and out of Thor’s ass. Thor moaned his approval and loosened some more. Another inch vanished inside him. Thor had a sudden surprising thought. This guy’s making me feel totally safe, in a way I’ve never felt before. Is this the same unpredictable volcano-ready-to-erupt that came into my room a while ago? He moaned again. “Good boy. You like?” On a sudden inspiration from nowhere in particular, Thor replied. “Yes, Daddy.” His partner’s face blossomed into an ear-splitting grin, and Thor realized that he had just pushed the magic button. This guy’s main turn-on was the daddy scene, and Thor had stumbled right into it without even being told. The dildo continued stroking in and out of Thor’s ass, moving smoothly and without haste. It kept brushing up against Thor’s gland every few strokes – just enough to keep him well revved up. “You take mine now?” “Yes. I’m ready now, Daddy. I want yours inside me.” The dildo slowly slid out. Two huge hands fastened onto his waist, pulling him upright. Then this huge man, this daddybear out of a porn wet dream, laid down beside him on his back. He smiled warmly at Thor and gestured at that killer cock, standing bolt upright out of a forest of hair. “My good boy. You ride me now.” Thor did his best. Even with the preparation, and even though he was willing to give it his all, he struggled to get past the first bit. The head, yes. But after that, the shaft got wider and his hole was stretching and straining to get past that wider bit. At last he managed it. Now he was able to slide a bit farther down. He had about half of it inside him. “You like?” “It hurts, Daddy – but I want it.” Thor could feel his various internal functions struggling to get out of the way of this tree trunk. He pushed. Another inch vanished inside. He had to bite his tongue to avoid laughing at the sudden image of Farouk trying to fight this giant off so he could stick to his top-only role. Another inch went into him. “You okay, boy?” “I’m getting there.” Thor’s face was contorted with the effort he was making but he was rewarded with another inch. He was about two thirds of the way there, but the rest just wasn’t going to go in without some more active persuasion. It was time to start riding. Thor drew up slowly until he had just the head gripped in his ass lips. Then down. Another struggle to get past the thick part. Up. Down. It was getting a bit easier now. His hole was growing accustomed to the thick part, and he was now able to slide past it either up or down with less effort. His giant companion’s face was wreathed in a blissful smile. Thor knew he had to try even more. He reached the bottom, moving faster, and was rewarded with another inch and a half. Now it felt like a log had been jammed into his ass. He ran a hand down his belly and felt the unmistakable sensation of that massive tool poking into his abdominal wall from the inside. And he still didn’t have all of it in him. He changed the arch of his back a bit, pushed down still more, and there he was – completely impaled on the biggest damn cock he’d ever seen in his life. And he was still moving, despite the pain and the strain. Now his ass was smacking down onto the man’s body with every move. “Good boy. Now we fuck. Turn.” With one huge meaty paw guiding him, Thor pivoted around that door post inside him. Then the giant wrapped his arms around Thor, lifted forward and stood up. Thor was hanging in the air, how far off the floor he couldn’t guess, but those huge muscular arms weren’t letting him go anywhere. His partner was guiding him to ride, and he did. Slowly at first, then faster, until he was bouncing up and down on that enormous dick, arms around the man’s neck, legs flopping free in the air. This would be the greatest porn fuck scene of all time if a camera caught it, Thor thought. “You want cum, boy?” “Fuck, yes, Daddy. Cum in my ass!” He bounced a few more times and then the giant forced him down all the way onto that massive tool and held him there, roaring and grunting. Thor couldn’t have worked his ass muscles to save his soul, but he didn’t need to do that. He could feel that huge log contracting and pulsing inside his body and knew he was getting filled up with a load for the ages. At last, the waves of orgasm ebbed away, and his partner let him down onto the bed. Thor was gasping for air as if he had done all the work himself. “Gooood boyyyy.” The purring cat had returned. They were lying on their sides now, facing each other. The gigantic tool was still embedded deep in Thor’s body and showed no sign of shrinking at all. But its owner caressed and kissed him gently, and Thor responded in kind. “That was amazing, Daddy. Thank you.” After they’d been making out for ten minutes or so, still firmly connected together, Thor guessed that he was still going to get more. “I give you more?” “Yes, Daddy. It’s your pussy, use it.” And the action began again. This time, they remained on the bed, with the huge top man pinning Thor down to the mattress. The only switch came when he pulled out long enough to roll Thor onto his face and then worked that girder back into his boy’s hole. Thor was feeling the strain. It was a peak level experience, no question, but he was definitely feeling the strain. He lay there, moaning and whimpering, beaten into submission at last. And that giant cock kept right on plundering his ass pussy, on and on – until, finally, the enormous tool convulsed and blew out another epic load of sperm, sperm which in moments was squeezing out of Thor’s tortured hole around the huge shaft that was still twitching and pumping deep inside him. It ended at last. That enormous cock gradually softened, and Thor’s ass was able to squeeze it out, although it would take a few minutes for that wide-open gape to close up again. A slow cascade of two giant economy sized loads of spooge oozed out of the cave and drooled slowly down Thor’s taint and onto the bed covers. His enormous daddy leaned down and slowly, meticulously licked up all of the wayward sperm, and then he rolled Thor over and kissed him, exchanging those two immense loads with his boy. “That my good boy.” “Thank you, Daddy.” They took a lengthy shower together, carefully cleaning and soaping each other, and then rinsing each other off and toweling each other dry. Then that giant top man pulled his clothes on, tucking his pride and joy carefully back into his compression shorts. Thor slipped on his own shorts and, as the chime rang for dinner, they headed out to the dining room together. During the meal, Lars dropped by and asked Thor to step away from the table for a moment. Taking him over to the wall, Lars asked, “What did you do with Dimitar? I sat with him at dinner and he couldn’t stop talking about his ‘good boy’ and what a wonderful time he had. I asked him to point you out.” “I took all of his cock in my mouth, and then in my ass. And he came 3 times, 1 mouth and 2 ass, just for the record.” “Well, that’s not nothing. Each year, there’s maybe one apprentice who can take his whole cock one way or the other. But I’ve never seen him looking so happy, and I’ve known him for years.” Thor thought back over the afternoon, and then it hit him. “Oh, right. And I called him ‘Daddy’.” “Is that so? Very interesting. So that’s his scene. That must be it. He couldn’t stop talking about you until one of the others asked to change the subject. You really made a big impression on him.” “That’s good to know. He sure as hell made a big impression on me.” “I can imagine,” Lars replied in a dry tone. After dinner, Dimitar met Thor at the door to walk him back to his room. When they got there, Dimitar wrapped Thor in his big arms, kissed him some more, and then asked, “You sleep with me tonight?” Thor’s hand instinctively went down to feel his very sore ass. “I don’t know….” “Okay, no more play. I want to sleep with my good boy. See you look at me when I wake up.” Thor made up his mind. “Yes. I will sleep with you for tonight.” “I come back for you at midnight.” He kissed Thor again and left. Thor took some more time to clean himself up, and to apply some soothing ointment to his aching fuckhole. He made a private vow that he was definitely not going to bottom again for at least two days. He hoped that whoever was coming in for the evening wasn’t planning on fucking ass. But nobody came for about half an hour. Thor wondered if this was normal. Then, a few minutes after ten, the door opened. He looked up in surprise when Dimitar walked in again, along with the executive assistant to the Governor. It was the assistant who spoke. “None of the other members are coming in tonight, Thor. Dimitar spoke to me, and I am releasing you for the rest of the evening. Use your extra rest time well.” “Thank you, sir.” The executive assistant left. Thor pulled his things together, and as he did, he asked Dimitar a question. “Is this usual? I mean, nobody coming in for the evening.” “It happen. The old men, not get hard so easy as young boy like you.” “Is that all?” Thor’s voice took on a slightly stern note. He was remembering what Lars had told him at dinner. Dimitar’s face flushed into the endearing look of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I maybe tell some of them to see other boys now. Your ass need rest.” Thor laughed and Dimitar joined in. He wrapped his big arm around Thor, drawing him close to his side, and they walked out of the room and down the hall to the guest suites wing, with Thor resting his head contentedly on his daddy’s shoulder. He was thinking of the token for five thousand Euros which he’d found in his toiletry bag, but also of the feeling of comfort and safety that had come to him in the afternoon. They walked into Dimitar’s suite on the top floor – one of the extra-large suites with the best view of the ocean. There weren’t many personal possessions around, though, and Thor deduced that Dimitar had not only arrived late but also had not sponsored an apprentice. He stood at the window, admiring the view of the moonlight sparkling across the water. Dimitar walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around Thor. They stood like that for a few minutes, and then Dimitar said, “Come. We get in bed now. We tire each other out today. Sleep now.” Thor turned back towards the bed, peeling his clothes off. He hesitated for a moment when he got down to his jockstrap, then slid that off too. His daddy was already in bed, enjoying the view. Thor slid down under the covers, and Dimitar smuggled him close. Thor cuddled right up to the big man, draping an arm over his chest as he curled up, resting his head in the crook of Dimitar’s broad shoulder and brawny arm. Thor’s sleepy mind summed up his day and its ending. I think I need more of this in my life – not just sex and partying, but this kind of closeness and this feeling of safety. They soon fell asleep like that, and both of them slept a long sleep of deep contentment. Thor awoke as the sunrise splashed around the edges of the blackout curtains. He slipped out of Dimitar’s embrace, got up, pulled on his shorts, and slid between the curtains, opening the door to step out on the balcony in the fresh morning air. A perfect morning to just stand here and drink it all in – this entire incredible experience. Ten minutes later, Thor was relaxing in one of the chairs on the balcony when the door opened again, and Dimitar stepped out, carrying two cups of steaming hot coffee. As he put the cups down on the table, Thor stood up and then embraced him while they kissed in the morning light. “Good morning, Daddy.” “Good morning, beautiful boy.” “Thank you for the coffee.” They sat side by side, sipping the coffee and each immersed in his thoughts. Despite being still completely worn out by the ace in his hole yesterday, Thor couldn’t stop glancing at the monster inside the front of Dimitar’s boxers. Even relaxed, it made a more than impressive bulge. Dimitar noticed. “You like, boy?” “I like, but there’s no way I can take it again after yesterday.” Dimitar smiled shyly. In a hesitant voice, he asked, “You do… something else for me?” “What would you like?” “I not do it often but… you fuck me?” Thor couldn’t conceal his astonishment. But when he looked at this big man with the pleading, puppy-dog eyes, he simply couldn’t resist. Nor could his cock, which was rapidly swelling up in the front of his shorts. Without a word, he stood up, took Dimitar’s hand, and led him inside. He pushed the big guy face down over the edge of the bed, then peeled down his boxers and buried his face in Dimitar’s deep crack. At the same time, he wiggled his own shorts down and off. In no time, he had his tongue probing into his daddy’s hole, digging right into the biggest ass he had ever eaten. Twin mounds of solid glute muscles were squeezing his head on either side, but he was getting there, his tongue was hitting the surface, it was delving down into the musky hole. His hands struggled to grip the asscheeks, but he couldn’t even dig into the solid muscular hardness. Thor let one hand wander down below his busy mouth, down into the canyon between the massive thighs, until he found something else that was hard. He wrapped his hand as far around Dimitar’s dick as he could get, feeling it pulsing under his touch while his tongue drove further into the tight manhole. Dimitar moaned and groaned his loud approval. Thor withdrew his tongue, replacing it with a probing finger that got inside the tight hole, feeling the muscles clamp down hard on him. As Dimitar kept moaning, Thor finger-fucked him, eventually adding a second finger to loosen the hole even more. As he kept working his hand in and out, he leaned down and murmured, “Ready for your boy’s cock inside you, Daddy?” “Yes, yes! Give me cock, boy! Want it in me!” Thor moved up over that muscled ass and planted the tip of his cock against Dimitar’s hole. He began pushing, and the hole opened and let the head in, then clamped down again. “Loosen up, Daddy. Just relax. Relax so your boy can make you feel good.” All the time, he kept the pressure on, steadily leaning down and forward. After a few minutes, he had sunk all the way inside the burly man under him, his hips pressed down right against his daddy’s muscular butt. “I’m all the way in you now, Daddy. You’ve taken my entire cock.” “Good boy. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard!” Thor took him at his word. Even though his cock felt like it was trapped inside a virgin ass, its owner had made clear what he wanted and there was no real hint of rejection or struggle, just some very tight and hard-working muscles controlling the hole. Thor had to add some extra lube because of that iron grip, but he enjoyed the next ten minutes as he had rarely enjoyed fucking an ass before. The snug fit and hard stroking of his daddy’s ass muscles were part of it, but so was the feeling of gratitude for the chance to give this generous man something he really wanted. “That’s my good daddy, taking his boy’s cock so well.” “You wonderful boy, fuck me great. Go harder.” Thor ratcheted up the speed and started slamming in harder and harder. “Yes! Yes” “Fuck… fuck… that’s so good. Fuck, Daddy… I’m getting close…” “Yes, boy! Fuck Daddy deep, hard. Want your cum!” “Gonna give it to you… fill you right up… fuck, Daddy, I’m… fucking cumming!” “Cum in me!” Thor felt his cock swelling and let out an inarticulate roar as his tool convulsed, flooding Dimitar’s deep hole with a sudden explosion of sperm. “Yes! Yes! Give to me, boy!” Suddenly the hole seized his dick in a death grip. He had to stop fucking because he couldn’t have moved if he tried. Below him, Dimitar was convulsing, his cock exploding all over the bed underneath them. As his orgasm ebbed away, and the vise-like hold on Thor’s cock relaxed, he started stroking again and in a matter of ten seconds or so pumped out the rest of his load, the part that had been choked off and held back when Dimitar hit his orgasm. Thor suddenly felt weak in the knees. He slowly pulled out and then fell on the bed beside Dimitar, eyes closed, sucking great lungfuls of air. Then he felt the giant hands taking hold of his face and opened his eyes. Dimitar was smiling down at him, an angelic smile. “Thank you for fuck me so good. You my wonderful boy.” They kissed and cuddled for a while longer, and then got up and showered together, helping each other with cleaning off all the evidence. When they were dressed and ready to go down for breakfast, Dimitar stopped Thor, looking him in the eye. “You my wonderful boy. I give you special present.” He pressed something into Thor’s hand. Thor looked at it. A token for ten thousand euros. “No, it’s too much.” “Take, boy. You earn. You take my cock, you give me yours. You make me happy, call me Daddy. Special, beautiful boy. You take.” With his big hand, he curled Thor’s fingers gently around the token. “Thank you.” “I see you again some day.” Thor didn’t even have to think twice. “I hope so.” A last embrace and kiss, and they headed down to breakfast. Thor headed back to his suite with Lars after eating, to change for the pool and to stow the token away safely. Lars caught him as he stepped out of the shower. “So, you spent the night with him.” Thor nodded happily. “Good for you. He’s generous. But I don’t like that smile on your face. Trust me, this isn’t the time or place to fall in love.” Thor laughed. “No need to fuss, Lars. It was special, but it wasn’t love. Something else, I’m not sure how to describe it.” Later in the day, though, as he drifted in the pool on a floating chair, Thor figured it out. It wasn’t love they’d exchanged. It was understanding. Each of them had found and realized an essential part of the other, recognized it, and honored it. They had each reached out and touched some need in the other, a need usually hidden deep inside. As it happened, they didn’t meet again during that Christmas week. Both of them were too busy playing the field. In the many years that lay ahead, though, a night or weekend spent together became a regular feature of each winter, a highlight in the year-end holidays for both Thor and Dimitar. It was a chance to catch up, to share experiences, and to rekindle that special and never-failing bond of understanding and closeness between them.

Man's Country in Chicago around 1996 and then MANY times after that. I liked to rent the DeSade room just off the performance space on the top floor. I'd just open the door and get in the sling and take any cock offered. One night I took my career best of 23 loads in one stay. Incidentally, it was also likely the place where I got converted. 🤪

big pecs, big nipples

Nipples - my tits clamped and worked; hairy chests - oink

A man’s smell. If a man smells like a man my legs go up quick. I love to breath in his musk. Hairy men are best for it. I could practically cum from burning my nose in a man’s pubes. This is for any and all men.

[Author's note : Sometimes I like to put myself in a story written by another author and then see where it leads me. This one is based on part of "A late 80’s pozzing (Part 1)--the set up - Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION - Breeding Zone."] It was 1995 when it happened. I was bisexual and my wife Beth knew it, though she wasn’t happy about it. We had tried a couple of threesomes with other guys, and watching me get fucked really bothered her because I clearly enjoyed bottoming so much. After these episodes, it would be weeks before she would let me fuck her. Add to this the obvious risks: it was the height of the AIDS epidemic. We discussed my needs for man sex and agreed that I would stick to condoms and safe sex practices. Also, she would no longer participate with another guy. Instead, she’d sleep in another room while I enjoyed being with him intimately. So this was what we both expected when I invited Stuart, an incredibly handsome, openly gay man, to our house. Beth understood he would have me that night. He had also recently tested positive for HIV, which he didn’t try to hide. Of course, I shared this with my wife. We both simply assumed I would be careful. That's what I fully intended. She went to bed early in our guest room, leaving the master bedroom for Stuart and me. It didn’t take long for us to begin to play. We stripped naked and I saw his huge cock. Stuart offered me a full body massage and was soon working my back, shoulders, and legs with his oiled hands. He paused to slip a tape into the VCR, which he explained showed him in action with some younger guys. Then he started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. Stuart had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle. When he got back on me, he straddled my thighs. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on the TV. Stuart was really working my ass nicely and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great. The action on the screen picked up as Stuart lubed his boy’s ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because in the next shot Stuart pressed his dick against the hole, and then gently inside. The camera was very close. Thre was no mistaking the fact that Stuart's cock was bare. “Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Stuart said, “Yeah, that is a hot shot.” Stuart and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape. I told him that his private porn was better than anything I had seen – most gay porn by then showed guys fucking with condoms. He continued to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I confessed I was really taken with his video tape: I liked the role playing: he was in charge and the boy was letting him have his way. He simply stated, “Andy, I know you like submitting. Does Beth know that about you when you’re with another guy?” I blushed when I told him that the idea of me bottoming upset her, but I preferred it. Then I admitted that submitting to a dominant top turned me on. I could feel my precum leaking as I said this. Stuart noticed Beth’s pretty watch and her engagement ring, which she had left next to the bed on her nightstand. “Put these on, Andy,” he said. The watch, which I had given Beth for her 35th birthday not long before, was a slender tank-style, with a thin, shiny black leather band, gold case, and delicate roman numerals. The diamond ring sparkled in the light. I liked her to wear them when we made love, as a sign that she was my woman. I slipped them on. It felt weird, very effeminate, but also oddly and really hot. Stuart said, “They fit you perfectly. The watch is so sexy and feminine on you. And the ring is very special. It symbolizes mating and breeding.” “But we’re not gonna to do that,” I said immediately. Stuart just smirked and replied, “If you say so.” He resumed rubbing by ass, giving special attention to my crack and my tight hole. It felt very warm. Stuart’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Stuart, please don’t do anything more without a rubber,” I started to object. He wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. He simply said, “Just let me enjoy your body a bit.” “Beth’s in the other room,” I pointed out. Stuart snickered as he pointed out that she knew exactly what we were going to do. He added that she also implied it was fine by going to sleep in the guest room, which I knew was also true. Stuart went on that this tape was making him really horny—especially with what he called my sexy body underneath him. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” he promised. “And I never kiss and tell.” Stuart said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock-hard dick went between my ass cheeks. Again I froze as he just slowly slid back and forth. He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Stuart sliding bareback in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them,” Stuart said smugly. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point. Stuart and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Stuart wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he gruffly said, “Spread them,” and whacked my ass with his hand. Without thinking about it, I just did what he commanded. “Lift up,” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. Again I obeyed. I started pressing my raging hard-on against the pillow while Stuart was grinding between my ass cheeks. The fucking on screen was getting more intense. I could hear Stuart telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. He started to spank the boy hard, making a loud slapping noise. The boy’s high-pitched, girlish voice, whimpering “ah, ah, ah!”, was getting louder and so was the smacking sound. Stuart ordered, “Watch closely, Andy.” He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on the sensation and the video. So I didn’t pay much attention when he paused rubbing his cock along my crack. On the TV, Stuart pulled out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open asshole. In a moment Stuart rammed back inside, telling the boy, “Take my fucking load, cunt!” "Holy, shit!" I exclaimed at this, not really noticing the head of Stuart’s dick was knocking right at my back door. He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed, then he eased his grip. My ass tightened, then relaxed. Stuart’s cock head slid in slightly, with me gasping much louder. “Stuart—no!” I grunted. “Not bareback!” He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed, “Watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick – he must’ve oiled it earlier – slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Stuart was pretty much holding still as I adjusted to the intruder. His dick was definitely thicker than any of my other male sex partner’s. I felt stretched and very full. I loved the sensation. I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this now! Stuart seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started liccking my ear. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. I turned and we exchanged our first kiss. It was incredibly hot. He was just nudging his cock back and forth a bit; I was responding by opening up to him. My ass felt warm and full. I couldn’t believe how good his bare cock felt inside me. It had been several years since I took anothe rman raw. Stuart was sliding in—it felt amazing! As his torso was longer than mine, he was able to lick my ear and whisper darkly to me. Stuart told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me, and more seductive words. He sounded both sincere and in control. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. He finally reached bottom. I felt his balls against my skin. He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples, Beth’s pretty, effeminate jewelry that fit so perfectly on my small hands. His dick throbbed occasionally deep within me. I could feel it quiver. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me up on my hands and knees. On the VCR tape, Stuart was fucking another guy, in the same position that we were in. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen so completely that I imagined I was a part of it. Stuart had his hands tightly on my hips. He started to fuck me in earnest, thrusting in and out, filling me with that wonderful warmth a bottom feels when he is being pummeled by a thick cock. With a little trial and error, he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him total penetration when he pushed in. My head sank to the bed as he groaned, “This is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and, as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any. “Besides,” he added, “I never cover myself.” He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My request for him to “just pull out now” was answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking. I found I had lost the power to say no to him. Stuart knew what he was doing. He made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and desired. Stuart seemed attuned to my every sound and movement. After a while, I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts. I am a natural bottom and Stuart was taking full advantage of that. Yes, I might be married to a beautiful woman, but this is what I had been born to do. I am good for a long fuck, too. Stuart settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what, but after a while I started to feel something almost weird building within me. My dick was beyond hard, even though I wasn’t touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets. I stared at the pretty watch and the ring, glittering in the light cast by the bedside lamp. I wondered if this was how Beth felt when I was inside her. I was being transported to a new place of sexual awakening, as I started to “ah, ah, ah” like the boy did in the sling. Stuart was now doing his staccato fucking. “Stuart, Stuart, oh Stuart, you are so sweet to me,” I whimpered. My words and pitch, so sissy-like, took me by surprise. When he asked how I was doing, I told him I never wanted him to stop. It didn’t sound like bad porn lines when Stuart said things like “you like that in your cunt, Andy, don’t you?” and “take my big dick, bitch.” I no longer thought of asking him to pull out. Just the opposite – all I wanted was to feel his warm cum inside me. An intense warmth and pressure built up in my ass. It hit me that I was about to cum. If only I could get Stuart to continue just a little longer, a little longer, a little longer. I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m cumming!” I was very loud as I exploded into the pillow beneath me, gobs of my jism leaving the pillow beneath me wet and sticky. Stuart’s hands were like steel on my hips. He shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy. Stuart hissed, over and over, “take it, bitch!” as he released his load into me. I took it all. Then I collapsed on my stomach, bringing Stuart with me—still within me and, now, through his toxic seed, a part of me. It hit me that we had just mated. Stuart called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words and passionate kisses. He also remained latched to my body, plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—no, what we had done. I had wanted it as much as he did. Then I became aware of another presence. I looked up and saw Beth in the doorway. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but she must’ve seen and heard a lot. Her eyes locked on mine. Hers were cold, her expression hard. Then she turned away and shut the door. She knew I had let an HIV positive man cum inside me bareback. Our marriage was over at that moment. I had gone too far to turn back. “I want more,” I said. Stuart kissed me and said, “Next time I will bring my video camera.”

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Playing at bath houses and getting Sti’s are really common. I have a friend that does testing at the bath houses and says they are filled with bugs. He is also poz and got it at the bath house. He has never once advocated for condoms. Chalk it up to men will be men.

Actually @ItalianDick&Hole, I knew the literary reference but then I went to Fordham the same time you did - I had to read it in Freshman Philosophy. I liked "The Ninth Circle" for the same reasons you did - never was a fan of stand and model bars. And again I must wonder, were we there at the same time? Your following statements broke my heart. I actually WAS one of those guys who ordered from the menu - found out I was POZ all the way back in 1985 when the first reliable tests became available. And yet I am still here - and hell yes I know I am lucky - the vast majority of my friends from that time period never made it out of the 80s or the early 90s. Survivor guilt sucks, but I try to continue to get the most out of life not just for myself, but for my first partner and all my friends who had their journey cut short. I'd be honored to help you "live" a bit more, and ease the feeling of being cheated. I mean, a fellow alum from my own class, how could I not want to assist?

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We returned to our conversation. "I would think with you fucking her earlier today you shot your load", Rick questioned OMG did he hear us, crap I am in trouble I thought. "Oh you heard us" I said in a shy scared way like I got caught doing something wrong "Yeah, she was moaning really loudly. Sounds like she was enjoying your cock", Rick said "Yeah, she did" I said awkwardly. My cock started to get a little soft. "She came didn't she", Rick asked "Yes she did. How do you know?", I replied "I heard her scream and the way she moaned. How do you know when she cums" Rick asked "I can just tell. Her pussy squeezes my cock", I said "Am I in trouble? She just wanted to see my place. We didn't stay long and she wanted to fuck cause we hadn't had sex in a longtime" I said in an apologizing tone and nervous cadence He laughed," It's ok, it's natural. You are handsome man with a beautiful body and a gorgeous cock. If I were her, I would want to have sex with you too. You are so sexy Dan.", Rick said stroking his cock looking at me. I could feel his eyes ravaging me. My rock hard cock suddenly started to leak more precum. "Thank you, that's very nice of you to say that", I said blushing. I felt warm all over. Like the cheerleader being told by the football team quarterback that she was beautiful. "Did you cum when you fucked her" Rick asked "No" I replied "Why not?" Rick asked "I don't know. I just didnt'. I just wanted to get her off and finish" I replied softly "Do you still enjoy fucking her" Rick asked "I guess so", I replied "So haven't cum yet today or in a while" Rick asked "No" I said as my cock was rock hard sticking up and oozing precum "Do you stay rock hard when you fucked her" Rick asked "No not really, it was difficult to stay hard after a while", I replied not sure why I was so honest with him. He looked at me and smiled and nodded stroking his mammoth meat. I stared at his cock. Then the TV action got louder. There was something about the moaning of the bottom yelling and begging the top to cum in him. It caught my ear for some reason and I looked at the TV. Rick noticed and smiled back at me. The bottom was in bliss being fucked. It reminded me of Jane and other girls I had fucked who had the same look. I looked back at Rick and stared at his cock. "How can it be bad to have such a huge cock", I asked inquiring "Well everyone wants it and sometimes you end up with someone who you didn't know everything about", he responded "Can I ask you a personal question", i asked "Sure fire away", he said "Is that how you got HIV", I asked "Kind of. I was with a guy who I liked and we were dating. We had a lot of sex not just as a couple but with other people", Rick said

I got up to use the bathroom. I probably drank too much beer, this always happens. It's just after 2:30am and I was still buzzing from all the beers and shots I took at the bar. I finished using the bathroom and heard moaning. I walked to Rick's bedroom and his door was open. I peeked inside slightly so I wasn't seen. He was on his couch watching gay porn on his TV stroking his cock. It was a young guy about my age and same body type on the bottom and an older guy around Rick's age on the top fucking the boy. The bottom boy was moaning and the top guy had a huge cock. The guy on the bottom was moaning from being slowly fucked by the hung guy on the top. It was strangely erotic. I didn't know why. I wasn't gay. I just fucked my gf earlier today. "How was your evening with Jane", Rick said I thought should I turn around. I decided to go in. "It was fine", I said "Come and sit with me. I could use the company", Rick said I walked in side and his eyes affixed on my body. "God your beautiful and I love your outfit" Rick said devouring my body with his eyes. "Thank you. Sorry my usual clothes and underwear are dirty. And oh crap sorry I am in my underwear. I should put some shorts on" I said pulling down my shirt and started to turn around. "Don't apologize, I saw you in your swimsuit and we swam naked yesterday. It's cool. Just two guys hanging out", Rick said "Its okay just sit down and relax" Rick said I obliged and sat down next to him. Our knees slightly touching. Sitting down I could feel my back of my underwear bunch up and so did the front, my cock protruded out more from my briefs. Rick handed me a shot of whiskey and a beer. We toasted and took the shot and chased it with beer. I thought I better slow down. He handed me another shot. "Thanks, I will take this in a bit. I had too much at the bar", I said "That's cool take your time", he said "You doing ok", I asked "Yes just bummed. I was supposed to have a friend come over but he flaked", he said "Someone your dating", I asked Rick laughed, "No a hook up friend" "Oh sorry to hear he didn't show up", I said. "It happens. I am happy you are here", he said as he kept stroking his cock "Just watching some porn", Rick said We both looked at the TV and saw the bottom taking a huge cock. The bottom was moaning and begging the guy fucking him to fuck him harder. "Harder harder, fuck me, pound me" the guy on the bottom was saying. I looked down at it and his slow stroking, precum leaking and his cock all wet. "You like looking at it don't you", he asked "Sorry I didn't mean to stare. It's just so big. I've never seen any like that before, that big", I responded looking at him, our eyes connecting. "Yes, it is. So is yours, " he said stroking his cock and looking at my cock. I didn't realize it was rock hard pushing out from my underwear. "Your cock looks like it is enjoying the porn", he said "Ugh yeah", I said. I went on to cover it up and also say because I hadn't cum in a while too it must be that. My cock was pushing thru my underwear and there was a large wet spot from it leaking so much. "Sorry to hear that you haven't cum in a while. Boy you are rock hard and leaking.", Rick said "Why don't you take it out. Let it free. It's so hard it might break in there. It's only us guys", Rick said laughing softly I pushed my underwear down slightly to let it out. It sprang out and some precum flicked onto my leg and his. "Oh sorry about that" as I reached out to wipe it off him. I finished wiping it off myself and he said, "Don't let it go to waste boy, go ahead and lick it.", Rick said He reached out and softly touched my hand and led my finger to my mouth. "Go ahead its your boy, you've tasted it yesterday" he said I opened my mouth and licked and sucked my precum. It tasted sweet and a little salty. "It tastes good doesn't it", Rick asked. I nodded. "Porn is porn whether straight or gay. It's to adults enjoying each other's bodies and pleasure. It's normal to get aroused. I know a lot of straight guys who watch bi or gay porn and get hard" Rick said in a comforting manner

Part 4 He pulled his cock out briefly and placed another Tina crystal on the piss slit. Then he drove his hard cock deep into my cunt in one thrust. I immediately felt how deep inside me the T began to burn and I became even hornier. Tom fucked me hard for another 20 minutes. His cock swelled and became even thicker. "Beg me, beg for my charged load, my POZ cum!" I couldn't help but beg him for his POZ load. "Yes, rip my pussy open, impregnate me, fertilize me with your POZ cum, knock me up." He now fucked me relentlessly, like a stallion mounting a mare. With brutal hard thrusts, he almost split my pussy in two. His huge, bulging balls slammed violently against my small, completely unnecessary and useless balls. Then he screamed loudly and the huge cock in my whore cunt got even fatter. He came deep inside me, but continued to fuck me hard. Nevertheless, I felt every single spurt of his toxic cum inside me. "Yes, you little cunt slut, I'm going to make you pregnant, share my DNA with you." Then Tom pulled his hard cock out of me and just seconds later another hard cock was rammed inside me. Tom just said, "Yes, Phil, fuck this slut with your fat cock and your big PA." Phil moaned, "You've filled her pussy with cum, it's time to fuck her deeper and massage it into her cunt so it can take full effect." I felt the huge cock push even deeper into me. It must have had a lot of T on its cock head because it burned even deeper in my ass, and that hot heat spread even deeper inside me. "My PA will make sure our hot juice takes effect, my little mare." A mask was pulled over my head and I couldn't resist the poppers that were poured into it. Phil thrust harder and harder into me and although I was well broken in, it took a minute or two before he was all the way inside me and I felt his balls slapping against mine.

Part 3 "Now we're going to take care of your useless cock." Mike opened my chastity device and removed it. The Master said, "Well, well, we have a really pathetic little cock here, a nice Tina dick, just as it should be for a cum whore. It couldn't be much smaller." Mike grabbed my little boy clit, squirted some gel into the piss slit, and pushed the new cage over my cock. The cage was no longer than 1" and had a hollow metal tube that was now pushed really deep into my cock. After a while, I felt something being pushed past my prostate deep inside me. The opening of the tube on the cage was closed with a screw. "It has to be done," said Mark, "otherwise your limp little dick would get everything covered in slime. We've sealed you up for now. Your worthless horny juice will continue to build up, and when the pressure gets too high, it will all empty into your bladder." Just as I was ready, another fucker suddenly stood between my legs. It was Tom, tall, muscular, and dangling between his legs was a huge, low-hanging ballsack with huge balls in it and a thick, fat black cock that was just getting hard. His thick, fat glans was especially noticeable. In a few moments, his cock was rock hard. 11.5 inches of rock-hard stallion cock aimed right at my whore cunt. Mike now pressed two fat crystals of T into his piss slit. The Master now stepped to my side and released one of my wrists from its restraints. He tied my arm with a band, found a vein, and just a few seconds later I felt a prick. "Welcome, my new Tina whore.""Slam you straight with 0.6, then you'll know right away where you belong, you slut." Then he injected the contents of the syringe into my vein. He released the band around my arm and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had to take several deep breaths and then a wave of heat ran through my body and my horniness reached an absolute peak. Immediately after the syringe was removed, Tom pulled the huge plug out of my cunt and brutally thrust his cock into my hole. He penetrated me with one thrust, going balls deep. I felt the T in his piss slit deep inside me. Tom fucked me hard with deep, fast, and hard thrusts. "Ah, what a tight, hot, cum-filled tina cum whore cunt," Tom shouted. I felt like I was being split in half, but still I begged my Stallion, "harder, harder, please fuck me harder." Tom increased the pace and hardness of his thrusts, and after 5 minutes, he pumped a fat load of his cum right into my hole. "Don't worry, my little cum whore, I don't need a break and I'm going to fuck a few more loads of my black POZ cum right into your cunt." No sooner said than done, Tom continued to fuck me non-stop, grabbing my nipples hard.

Part 20 Home Slice Keanu had just unloaded inside my ass. His cock was still hard as he admit or of my ass. I we all looked at each other and I noticed that Keanu had a big grin on his face as Fans asked him, “How’d that raw ass feel?” Keanu answer, “Fucking great, hope I’ll get to fuck it again.” Dante answered, “I’m sure you’ll have that chance.” As Dante kept up the conversation with Keanu, distracting him as I administered Caverjact. Although I was hard, I wanted to be sure I stayed hard since Keanu was about to get fucked you’re the first time, and I was the one who was going to take his cherry. When I turned back to the pair to see Dante face in Keanu’s ass which had the surfer boy moaning. Dante paused so thwart he could slip a shard of Tina I his ass as he asked, “You ready to lose the cherry of yours? You gonna let Home Slice breed that ass of yours?” Keanu found only nod his head ‘Yes’ as Dante continued to get his hole ready for me to penetrate. I moved closer and gave Keanu a kiss allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. I then moved on behind him as Dante moved a little allowing me access to his hole. I grabbed Keanu’s waist as I pushed my hips forward until the tip of my cock pooped inside. Keanu gasped for a second as I held still making sure he had sometime you adjust to the first cock to ever penetrate him. I didn’t have to wait to slide more of my cock into our surfer boy, he started to push back impaling himself on my rod. I matched the Action and pushed forward completely burying my cock balls deep. The only sound heard was a deep moan from Keanu. I knew he was enjoying my cock so far by his moans. I still asked, “You liking that cock?” Keanu answered, “Oh fuck, it feels damn good.” Before I started to really fuck him I asked him, “Are you ready to really get fucked?” Keanu answered, “Oh please fuck me, breed me.” I then slowly began to pull back then push back into his ass. I started with a allow steady pace. Dante would switch off between myself and Keanu giving each of us a shotgun of Tina. I knew when the Tina or would take me a while to cum. And when I wound finally would cum it would be a very strong orgasm. Adding to that would be the significant amount of pre cum that was already flowing from my cock into his unprotected hole. Every now and then I’d pull completely out before plunging back inside. As I was fucking Keanu, I was thinking back to when I first entered him when he said, ‘Oh please fuck me, breed me’ I suddenly thought that he never asked about ‘status’. Keanu shower my raw cock to enter into his ass where no can has even been before. Keanu continued to moan with every movement of my cock and was now stared to push back to her my thrusts. I fucked him from behind for another 15 minutes before pulling out having him lay down in his back. I quickly slid back inside and was really set to give him a fuck he’d never forget. Now that I was facing I could see he smile as I began to quicken my pace and began to fuck him harder. Sweat began to drip from my body and onto Keanu. Dante grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from my face. Keanu finally spoke, asking me, “Fuck me harder. Breed me. I want your load. Shoot it deep inside me.” I looked down at him and said, “You want my load. You sure you want me to breed you?” Keanu shook his ‘yes' as he answered, “Fuck yes. A good fucking should always end in a good breeding.” Dante commented, “Damn, first time fucked and surfer boy is a cum slut.” As the pre cum continued to flow into Keanu’ s hole, I doubled my efforts and started to feel my balls tingle, my cock thickened to a hardness that I knew he could feel. I slammed in hard as my orgasm consumed my body. I yelled out, “FUCK! I’M BREEDING YOUR ASS! FUCK! FIRST TIME FUCKED, FIRST FUCKING LOAD I YOUR ASS!” My body shook as filled up Keanu with my (still unmedicated) poz cum. I was still pumping my hard cock in and out of Keanu’s cum filled load when I felt that ‘familiar’ feeling again as was surprised when my second organs hit me. I yelled, “FUCK, I'M CUM AGAIN! FUCK! A SECOND LOAD FOR THE SURFER BOY.”